Words take me in when my heart is not beating.
They hold my hand and help me to cross the abyss
Which lies between you and my possible bliss.
Words are my only friends at this moment,
They are my consolation when i find myself
Thinking of the past and this nothing that
Still insists on killing me in cruel silence.
Words are what left after being inside out
For some time and they go hand in hand
With my pleasure and my pain…Words are
What still remain of my poems…They
Make no more sense for my heart and
Me.Words are still what set me free…
Karla Bardanza ღ * ღ * **
