I have fallen in love with words.

The way they uncover the honest self of a person.

Disregarding the shallow-viewed exterior.

The way words could tell more than they say.

 

They divulge the age of the mind.

Alluring after-thoughts hidden between phrases

Seasoned with a sentimental sadness.

Telling you if this mind is seemingly wise

or just clever.

Showing you if life had taught them yet.

 

Words could apprise the health of the mind.

If ignorance clouds deep-thought

Or if its an eclectic implement of ambiguous thoughts.

Bare-facingly open, yearning to know more

 

Words have dynamical power.

They could comfort. They could kill.

They could liberate. They could make a mind shrill.

However, the most detrimental words,

Are the ones left unspoken.

Thoughts rule, but it is words that convey.

 

But, for a girl who adores words as much as myself,

I tend to get so hopelessly tongue-tied.

The fear of the value of my words’ content

Being dully misunderstood

Is what chases the words away.

 

Those distinct words

That would translate my meddling mind’s obscure language,

That would give such sweet, glory

To every labyrinthine thought

That would strenuously try to find their words.

 

So, I hope there will be a time where

My silence will shatter.

And words shall guide

My offbeat mind

To a collectedness state of spoken serenity.