When you took back your words,
where did they go?
I'd like to find them, catch them,
put them on a tape.
Rewind, Replay.
But you say they're gone.
Gone to the graveyard where
everything everyone never meant to say goes,
and dies.
Are words like people?
We live, we die.
But we can reignite,
a swift jolt to the heart & we're back again.
Do words get a second chance?
These words didn't lie,
they left that to you.
Your mouth is screaming now,
protesting those words
you promised you'd mean forever.
But you didn't, & I want them back.
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