So Rough

 

So Curved

 

Words are

 

When paired with a double-jointed mouth.

 

I bend my words past reflexion 
Just enough to cause perflexion

 

My words sway to your desire like a supple willow tree.

 

How pointless words are to be for me

 

Because when the dialogue stops
Where do my thoughts bleed?

 

So frail they are with sincerity
Yet battered with infidelity

 

So I turn my back to the lies and madness
And trap my thoughts in the canvas

 

So Smooth

 

No Grooves

 

To get lost in.