The Return of Words

You are the return of words; A sound I had almost forgotten; Articulated phrase I let go of compartmentalized in a place nobody was meant to wander; I let that part of me die, why bring it back to life? Hearts are healed by a song only to fail in three minutes and fifteen seconds; Duration just long enough for a scab to peel and bleed again; Aggravating my complexion, allure of a predator targeted with tunnel vision; Who is the enraptured composer? Two lethal fighters soothed by a melody have fallen victim to each other; I can taste my power on your lips mingling with yours on mine; Hearts are healed by a song even with the most jaded of bones; You are the return of words the selfish thing I do just for me.