The Taste of Nothing
As the words flow across my mouth
without sound they sit on the tip of my tongue
Unsaid the beautiful and out with the ugly
My words overflowing
out like nothing
filling my mouth as it pours insanities
splashing as it hits inside
wripilling every part of you.
Slandering's of beautiful lies
As a bed of roses every word crowned with a thorn
piercing every piece of peace.
Casting stones with nothing
invisible,tasteless, toxic
endless ramblings of nothing
inhaling wasting the exhale
beating the inner me like a drum
I hear thunder in your words but
it still means nothing.
I savour the moment of silence
I've tasted nothing
but the sorrow on your lips
Your words became less of a fruit
rotten to core
once heaven rested on your lips
and now there is nothing to taste anymore
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