Tailor My Thoughts
Tailor My Thoughts
Tailor my thoughts
Until they are not
Mine anymore.
So I –
Am thinking of words
Which never were heard
In my mind before.
But why?
I’d rather be dead
Than never be read.
For words may start
And cry,
But words are just lines
In need of minds:
Without a heart
They die.
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