Use Your Words

Use Your Words -Owen

Those books you've read in your youth like holidays at home continue to remind you

Of who you are and who you aren't

Some pages bent

The spines creases and worn

All signs of being adored

Those words somehow meant more to you than who they were written for

Those blankets in your bed sot tattered and sad

Have seen enough sleepless nights both good and bad to pen a short story

Or few love songs

Ain't it about time you moved on

Those books that you've read you will read again

After enough time passes

You'll remember some names but not how they end

After enough time passes

And your heart will break all over again

After enough time passes

And so on and so forth