Words can never be enough
Somehow they're countless
But once you spell them out
They're definite
Words can never be enough
Somehow there is a void
But once you try to put words into it
They won't filled, turns out, there was never one void
Words can never be enough
Somehow everything can be anything
But anything can also mean nothing
They're proud when you will them, they're empty when you just write them
Words are never enough
Somehow others are also a part of others
But I need you to see through that
They can be saying that I can be you or you are like me
And I need you to understand their limits
I will them to mean many things
And I would like you to will them to mean what I've always wanted them to mean
Good Luck stranger, you are in my head now
You can't judge me
Because some parts of me is also of you
That's right I don't know you
Or the people you've fucked
Neither the ones that you dumped
Or the people you've met
Neither the ones that you go to lunch with
But you are human
And being human is like being me
Like me being you
Mean it, read it, don't write them down, will them down.
You are beautiful, my words decipher when you read this now
Mean it, read it, don't write them down, will them down
YOU ARE READING
This Has Your Name Written All Over It
PoetryExpose my colors through the lines I write Each day, metaphors run through my head For every pain, for every happiness, for every you's I meet And I write them down, type them, and publish them Because maybe you would understand them Because may...
