Poem: Old Words

old words

old words
on crisp paper,

new words
in my racing mind…

ideas vanishing
like vapor,

foreign colors –
make me blind…

love is written
with four letters

symbols – stare
until they’re vague;

humans chasing it,
like beggars

fail to find it,
die of rage –

for old words
on crisp paper

undying love
can’t always make;

ideas vanishing
like vapor

all sorts of
illusions, fake –

love is spelled
in sets of four

but humans break
it into two.

we shouldn’t trap
it anymore,

we should make
way for new.

your old words
on crisp paper

if bent enough
eventually break;

ideas vanishing
like vapor

after your
illusions take.

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