Use Your Words

Those books you've read in your youth,

Like holidays at home

Continue to remind you

Of who you were

And who you are

Some pages bent,

The spines creased and worn

All signs of being adored

And those words somehow meant more to you

Than who they were written for

Those blankets in your bed

So tattered and sad

They've seen enough sleepless nights

Both good and bad

To pen a short story

Use your words

For a few love songs

Well ain't it about time

You've moved on

Those books that you've read

You will read again

After enough time passes

You'll remember some names

But not how they end

After enough time passes

And your heart will break all over again

After enough time passes

And so on and so forth