[ scribbled on a piece of candy wrapper ]
Ever since you threw
away your meal, my
mind has been ticking
like a bomb.tick, tick, tick.
But just hear, or
in this case, read me
out.please flip to
the other side.You know those people
who are beautiful but
not just by the looks
but in what they say
and just how they are?
Your words define
the beauty inside of
you, whenever you'd
randomly sing as your
hands tickled the curtains
of the window or smile when
something so simple like
a breeze falls gently
across the room, or even
when you see the sun
slowly rising upon the
blanket of blue.
I'm addicted
to words, but they are
useless and so am I,
so is it true what they
say?You become what
you're addicted to:
useless.
But when I hear your words,
I am far from being useless.