Literature
Words Are Strings
words are strings
they tie my tongue and fill my lungs
they pull and rip my skin, expose my sin
they fly through my mind and lie with a kind
smile, my lips pulled up by strings of things
that I can't hold in, so they slide from my eyes
like strings and ties that hold me up and tell you lies, yes they,
they slither from my throat and float away
these strings string us along for so long
we start believing that those strings
are the things that define us
that they confine us to tattered shreds
and shattered dreams, but what does it matter?
such delicate things are more like threads...
words are strings