A Hundred Thousand Words

by StandStill   Aug 8, 2008


Nearly seven hundred poems
means more than a hundred thousand words.
Still I whisper quietly
and the meanings go unheard.

Oh, darling, I know you read it..
the words spread before you like the sea.
You figure if you understand them,
then you simply must know about me.

Darling, I don't write my insecurities,
I don't write my sorrows and my feats.
I don't really write for you...
honestly, I don't write for me.

This stupid little habit,
oh, it's a nasty kick.
Been through the smiles and the lies
and the skin that once was sick.

Darling, I could write for a thousand years,
and you'll never understand.
My words are only that, just words,
spilling forth from changing hands.

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  • 17 years ago

    by dante

    Can words ever just be words? its all about interpretation, and while that may not be the point of this poem that the message it sends to me

  • 17 years ago

    by JD

    Holy.
    Great poem.
    it was the title that pulled me in, and i read it and i seriously could just relate.
    Amazing poem.
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by ChallengexEverything

    This is a sick poem, I like it :]

    5/5

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