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The Words Are Us
words
I nestle up against them
on those achy, cold nights
they're hot and moist
like the voice of a lover
who is painted with fatigue
their breath
sweet like a vintage perfume
and these words, darling i tell you, they are iridescent
viewed from different eyes
at all the angles of the world
some, rosy red, purely romanticized
others, dark and poison filled
and i do so believe that is why humans feel lonesome
everyone's perception of their definition varies tremendously
and we write and write and write to so desperately be understood by the lines in between our poems but
we are these words
and these words are iridescent
There is a lot of truth in
There is a lot of truth in this poem. I think you should format it better, especially the third to the last line. No matter, it was still an enjoyable read. Thank you.