Speak

Written by: Chris Garcia

The words that I speak,
Spoke, 
And wrote,
Are the words that,
peep,
Creep,
And poke,
The emotions that,
Drip,
Seep,
Soke,
Into a damage heart,
That dangles on a tearing rope,
So I must cope,
Adapt,
And mope,
Around,
Since my new home is not the skies,
But the ground,
In a world that every heart,
Is broken down.