A bunch of words
crammed together
on worthless paper
that’s stored away.
Useless years
looking out the window
to find the right words
that you can say.
Live words
that breathe air,
that fill your soul
and empty your head.
Once a normal,
living soul,
now your normality,
is heading for dead.
To be the maker of that scene,
to be the director
of your emotions.
Sends me my own vibe,
electric waves through my body
and brings my still words
to motion.
Forget me not
my words remain,
my story life and love.
And in bold letters
at the front,
rests my proud name.