My words are my weapons.
My own person ammunition for whatever kind of gun I like.
They can make you flinch with hurt or smile and listen
They can make you recoil from a lightening strike

My words can be full of wisdom
Or they can be saturated with spite
They can drip like a faucet with boredom
Or assure you that everything is alright

But again and again my words hide that I love you
So many useless thoughts are said when the ones I crave are never heard
My mouth detaches from my mind forgetting its lost value
I speak in a storm of words with double meanings that are covered

My words are my weapons
My own personal ammunition for whatever kind of gun I like
They compose my worries and burdens
They let me lie and tell you I’m alright