dayum..

her words are my kryptonite burning away at my soul
only she doesn't know what they are doing to me
she can't see past my harsh tones of "fuck you"
you hurt me more than I could ever hurt you
yet when you speak my heart melts
because herr words flow from a place of meaning
of depth
of pain
I feel her fire
that she spits so losely on this world
She longs for understanding
for those every so precious words
that most people take for granted...

the magnitude simple words can exude on this earth
yet people would rather speak meaningless ramblings
to hear themselves be heard
fuck that..
learn to speak substance
learn to speak knowledge
stop being so willing to voice foolish opinions
and unwanted expressions
speak to start a movement
to create a spark for a revolution
be a meaningful being
and not another piece of wasted time

dayum

her words are my kryptonite
making me want more of those thoughts she shares
so freely with her pen and paper
writing with the stroke of a bloodflow pumping in and out of
her brain
breathing straight heartache and pain
heartache and pain
thats killing her softly
making her want to runaway from this life
yet this life follows her like the plague
so she continues to speak words
of depth
of meaning

hope: hoping for someone to finally hear her!


I HEAR YOU!!

Kat Nicole