The words are meaningless.
They come out in such passion.
Expression, anger, compassion.
They, can come out;
Infect you like poision.
Live you, be in you, become you.
Routine words,
Meaningless.
Stop this attack.
Let it lie.
Make it die.
But they do.
So quickly afterwards,
Leaving empty.
To remember, to let go.
To let it flow.
Or to just let go.
To not remember,
These words are just so.
Words are meaningless.
They come out in such passion.
In such a form of love.
Words from my lips.
Of cherish, of all joy.
To remember, of chosen.
What thy words leave.
Meaningless.
Impulsive, contradictory, indecisive.
What thy words leave,
Thy lips.
They come in abundance.
Of hopes and dreams.
Sometimes of grief, anxiety.
Sometimes of pleasure, and excitment.
Sometimes of sadness, and worries.
An abundance, life living.
But words,
Meaningless.
To remember, to forget.
Actions speak louder than words.
Though together is rich or poor.
To remember, to forget, to leave.
What they words,
Meaningless;
No more.
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