When They’re True

I can’t stop thinking about words,
And how they become
So much more.

And if you’ve been with them
Long enough,
It matters,
Even how they look.

There’s a right time for them.
They come like thoughts.
Like dreams.
And feel true.

Some, you will remember.
More than faces.
There are words that occur
Like events.

At the right time.
Or wrong.

Subham
Dec19
2017

5d1be8e1118db825eb9d7c633b1109ae

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s