In this self-centric world, words are like weapon, Confronting introverts, leaving ambiverts broken. Wearing shield of emotions, some words are arriving, As armor, they guard those in need, clearly contriving. The enemies are clear - some words, some extroverts, While others among them, aims to subvert. Blaimed for being expressive, their hearts remain pure, Yet some of their kind, defame them, making the pain endure. In time, everyone waits this war to finally end, For peace, love and respect - what hearts truly intend. ©sam

sam

Words Those Words that make me blush Those Comments that turn me to mush From A sentence that gives me chills From A thought that would thrill It's Something uttered that gets me high It's Remarks spoken to make me fly That's A language made of a million cultures That's Beautifully weaved you have structured Some Eloquent sounds formed by your lips Some Sensual movements slow like an eclipse Your Mouth gestures made by a remarkable mind Your Breathtaking vocals now have me inclined Suppose We take your acoustics and make a duet Suppose Afterwards we could both enjoy a cigarette ©Schizology

Schizology

White Even if I die, my words will love you from beyond... ©wild flower

wild flower

In this self-centric world, words are like weapon, Confronting introverts, leaving ambiverts broken. Wearing shield of emotions, some words are arriving, As armor, they guard those in need, clearly contriving. The enemies are clear - some words, some extroverts, While others among them, aims to subvert. Blaimed for being expressive, their hearts remain pure, Yet some of their kind, defame them, making the pain endure. In time, everyone waits this war to finally end, For peace, love and respect - what hearts truly intend. ©sam

sam

Words Those Words that make me blush Those Comments that turn me to mush From A sentence that gives me chills From A thought that would thrill It's Something uttered that gets me high It's Remarks spoken to make me fly That's A language made of a million cultures That's Beautifully weaved you have structured Some Eloquent sounds formed by your lips Some Sensual movements slow like an eclipse Your Mouth gestures made by a remarkable mind Your Breathtaking vocals now have me inclined Suppose We take your acoustics and make a duet Suppose Afterwards we could both enjoy a cigarette ©Schizology

Schizology

White Even if I die, my words will love you from beyond... ©wild flower

wild flower