Possession

Words have power

A word can be the end all

Of an entire relationship

Once words are spoken,

They are no longer yours

They belong to the sun and the moon

The air and the audience

 

But not you

No

Never you.

 

Your words are never truly yours

Your thoughts on the other hand,

Those are yours

An endless treasure

A secret monologue

Nobody can take

 

But your words,

silly fool,

They don’t belong to you.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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