The words

The words those are never written,

The words those are never spoken,

The words those are just made for us,

The words those are always broken,

The words those are delineated as an end,

The words those are never seemed a friend,

The words those are darker than the darkness,

The words those are more painful than the distress,

The words those are restless, and lying on the empty street,

The words those are bitter, and sometimes sweet,

The words those are looking for themselves in star laden sky,

The words those don’t have wings but still want to fly,

The words those meanings are more profound than the ocean,

The words those always have a reason,

The words those are pure and fresh as a drop of dew,

The words those are mine, even though always seem new,

The words those are true, and sometimes full of lies,

The words those are used to say goodbye,

The words those are stolen from my story,

The words those are simple but tough to interpret as a mystery,

In the silence, I have found a connection with those words,

Those are just meant for us, and I saw us there my dear friend,

Those words, you and me, and our new world,

Where we will write our own story and look for more new things to append.