Weren't? Poem by A. Marvellous

Weren't words all you need to crash the crux in slashes,
Weren't rumours all required to amass riches,
Weren't they what makes one so viscous,

Weren't words of love all you missed to hear,
Weren't poems you were holding onto, dear,

Weren't they the same ones who breathed out a spark to the lifeless,
Weren't they all you asked for to be spared from being heartless,

Weren't they all that would renovate your gray entry,
Weren't they the force binding you to be sketchy,
Weren't they the brushes tinting you of folly.