The Definition of Words


The words they flow,
They ebb and peak and rise and fall
They mimic my breathing, the catch of my voice
They wait to pour out, to react, and to merge with yours
They tell you a different story each day…
They giggle for you, they pout, they sulk and they smile
They lay naked and wait to be touched…
And yet you say that they are simply words…
They are. And yet they are more.
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