What if Words

What if words had a mind of their own?
Would they sing out in their own tone,
Would the things they want to express be locked away in the dark space of the mind,
Where one finds those feelings that intertwine with the spine,
So that when touched they cry,

What if words could bring me down?
The way the tongue tastes hearts,
What if words forgot who they are,
And went roaming around,
Blameless of all the sorrow and happiness they inject into people,
Like a drugged needle within their veins,
Producing poetic addictions,
Professing they can cure all gloomy emotions,

What if words had a future?
A future that remained to them untold,
With problems that are unsolved,
Just like x and y,
Going around asking themselves why?

What if words were blood?
Would they run in our veins rhythmically pumping,
Would they go around looking for old wounds and scars,
Forcefully opening them up,
Letting them bleed,
Defying laws of human anatomy,

What if words could find a place to call home?
Would they stop to roam?
Would their stories now be told?
I guess these "what ifs" are never ending, So for now the paper I'll continue staining.