words, thousends of words
they rest and they stress inside every head
they can fade away in time,
or they can stay for infinity inside ones heart
black ink on a pice of shreded paper,
coffee stains and marks of drops
written with words from someones heart
read by someone else,
to fade away in their eyes and burnt in fire
black ink on a pice of shreded paper,
coffee stains and marks of drops
written with words from someones heart
read by someone else,
to be carried through life
a locked mind, closed for all time
seems to be forgotten for all time
words to be screamed out loud,
and the mind to be loud and clear
washing away old hurtful songs
an lonley lover,
sang his song of desperation
to be found a new and to be,
with his muse
an washed away muse,
found a new siren
to sing a song of lovers,
to stay in desperation together
for infinity and till time came a new
sometimes,
words fade on paper
and need to be sung out loud
sometimes, they fade cause of bad ink
and just maybe sometimes,
they need to be shouted out loud
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