I adore the beauty of each syllable,
As it reaches to the depths of my heart
Words, that carry the power to build and destroy...
To mend or to tear something apart
When I cry myself to sleep, when I awake in grief
When I tell myself I can't or when I sigh in disbelief
My fingers glide across the brown pages, turned fragile by time
As I lay in my bed by the window, drowned in those hollow...