My currency is words
language is
my elixir and my poison.
I drink voices and words
the music of vowels
and consonants
the symphonies of silence.
Black marks
on a white page
loaded with meaning, that is it.
UNSAID
is also a word said
red between the lines
hear the pauses
be damned
to suffer
alone in silence
no one else
understands this language
are words language
if nothing is conveyed
meaning is an ice cube
it melts and changes
it all forever.
language is
my elixir and my poison.
I drink voices and words
the music of vowels
and consonants
the symphonies of silence.
Black marks
on a white page
loaded with meaning, that is it.
UNSAID
is also a word said
red between the lines
hear the pauses
be damned
to suffer
alone in silence
no one else
understands this language
are words language
if nothing is conveyed
meaning is an ice cube
it melts and changes
it all forever.
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