IT WONT PLOP IN YOUR HANDS

HEHE if you only knew

do you remember, when those water drops would fall from the ceiling, falling through the air, down to the ground, with a slightP, yet very distant,

 

plop,

 

and as all those old stories go, the total amount of us wont remember, and words will not matter a thing, so why write, why be,

 

and i say,

in that case why see, why breath, why blink, why love, and why feel

i say, that the words are the very soul, and breath of our life's existence, without this truth, in time we will decay,

 

and be forgotten.

Reviews

[Mason]

so much truth. it all falls to rise again. very good poem my friend

[CompellingComposer]

This had beautiful words that spoke the truth. Excellent.

[A.E. Reed]

I really like it. It was really truthful and deep XD Good job.

[guiltyascharged]

I like this one. Very philosophical. Nice.