My Words

And I fear,
That someday,
My words will become mundane.

Dry and lost.

And on that day,
I will be truly lost,
To be never found or healed.

So I imprison my words,
Within my ribcage,
Close to my beating heart.

For I love them,
Cherish them,
Embrace them.

But my words,
Seem to be cunning,
Almost unloyal.

I wish to leave them alone,
To set them free.
But I am selfish.

Hence they shall,
Always be close to me,
My most prized possessions.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s