Words - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Words are divine they’re intermittent manifestations
Saying truth is easily spoken, but difficult to hear
Or find I want to love you; I want to touch you
We’ve nothing on this blank page unwritten left to hide.
It’s just our comprehension that accepts no mistakes
Aren’t we writers always in meditative states of thought.
Don’t we all want never to get writer’s block?
Nobody put on my brakes.
So we require a set of skills like singer, Birdy, says
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky
So we require a set of skills authors & authoress...
Words, words are there to make us smile or cry,
Words are divine they can even be your one true friend
They’re intermittent manifestations are like soothing kisses.
Words, words are divine at saying, won’t you be mine
Until I reach my end.
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