Words

I would rather suffer sweet silent solitude Deathly defiant from drowning out Filthy sounds stumbling, ugly and cruel Between the lips of your beautiful mouth Deep down within me words move in phases Frozen and still until they decide To melt and drip over the pages Until that moment they live inside My words enjoy the feel of the paper Better than me, lay with your consonants Once they get going they never waver And they slip in between your if, ands, and buts When my words are hiding between the lines Then I'm afraid they won't hear me call What if they fail me without a sign? What if they hardly surface at all? Screaming and throwing your weight around My words choose knowledge over politics You can't kill my words...they know no bounds My words are strong and they don't make me sick They still remain my only companion Boiling truth to the very end They'll never ever completely abandon Ever give up the paper and the pen --- Words - Lucinda Williams