my words

this poem is about the words you speak of and why

these words, they quickly leave my mouth as quickly as they came
they are lost in a sea of phrases and will never be found
my mind is faint and my hands tremble to the sound of my own voice
not knowing what to say, tattered by the meaning
these words they invade my mind and stumble upon my lips
they fade away, into the empty crevices of my life and isolate my faith
the words, they drip to the end of the empty pages
they seep off the edges and are sealed in an envelope and never opened
these words they keep on coming, just covered by this mask of tears
these words are never ending, these words will never stop