They're only words
They have no meaning
They say nothing important
They are empty and soulless
They tell no story
They say nothing about the person
They are useless
They are not needed
The most crucial thing lies forgotten
Gathering dust behind stacks of books
It's own fault
Until you clear out the shelf.
You realise how empty your words are
You know that there is nothing as strong
as this type of language
Nothing can undermine these kind of words.
Nothing can overpower.
Writing needs soul
Words need heart
Language needs love
Notes need body
Messages need lungs
Scribbles need Being
The brain is unimportant
We would do better without them.
They get in the way of important feelings
Even tiny ones.
Making every emotion a toss up between
the Pros and Cons
Processing every piece of advice
Before we know what we really think of it.
Half the time we don't know What is What.
What is Brain and what is Heart.
What is Love and What is Logic.
What is Confusion and what is Certain.