authenticwrite

My Words

I could write,

About butterflies

And waterfalls.

Happy days

And laughs.

I could write,

About rainbows

And beaches.

Pretty eyes

Or a soft kiss.

But I wouldn\'t feel,

When I spoke it.

Or cry when I wrote it.

I wouldn\'t love it,

I would just see it.

Know it. Like watching

Paradise through glass,

Watching,

From my throne

Built atop itself.

Ruling over naught,

But these words,

And these thoughts.