Because words actually are freedom.
if words were like pennies i would truly be rich
for all the things i want to say to you
swarm my brain like pissed off bees defending their hive.
if words were ice i would truly be frozen
by all the icicles hanging in my skull
like dripping daggers painting to my heart.
is words were brush strokes on canvas i would be world reknown
for all the masterpieces i have created for you
in many hues of blue and blue and blue.
if words were clouds the world would die
smothered in the darkness my words keep me under
in my strain with the pain that lingers everywhere in me.
if words were bullets i would perish
in the prison of my love that cages me
while i aim at you and point the barrel at me.
if words were weeds i would pick up gardening
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