I have been thinking….
What are words?
Just ink on a page.
Or emotions written down.
Do you mean what you write?
I mean why trust your feelings?
They just disappear in collision.
I am sick of looking at these words,
So carefully written and thought out.
Do I still trust these words on the page?
I have never understood love.
We’re our perceptions this fooled?
To write such words that mean nothing now.
I hate inked words on a page.
What is of love to trust in the first place?