As you soon will see, there are reasons why I'm not a published writer. Read at your own risk. Constructive criticism is (semi) welcome but please, no bitching.

Words

I could tell you about where I live
About the ring of blue mountains and the pink skies
and the thunderstorms that roll in with no warning
but you wouldn’t be able to taste the dust in the rain
You wouldn’t see the red earth carved into valleys
You wouldn’t understand how it’s become a part of me

I could tell you about the one I love
About how his arms make me feel warm and secure
About how I would lay down my life for him
But you wouldn’t see his soulful brown eyes
You wouldn’t hear the laughter in his voice
You wouldn’t understand how he is the best part of me

I want to share these things with you my friend
But these are all I have
These are all I can give
These are only
words