Words Words Words
Im just a single word floating around in this guys head .
Usauly there is music but today its us words instead.
Floating with the other words here in his mind.
When he needs us we are easy for him to find.
He picks us out one at a time
Hope he picks me to become a rhyme
He does this really good.
Alone we are never understood.
For now im floating here not being heard.
Thats hard when your a word
We are nothing till in a sentence we are said.
So ill drive him crazy when he goes to bed.
He'll get up just to write us down
Cause in words he feels he may drown.
sometimes late into the night.
You can see his light
He is doung it all the time
Making us words into a rhyme
If you say us fast we become rap.
Just dont use me in one that sounds like crap
Ill be happy if a poem i become.
Cause its his heart ill be from.
To be in a book
How good I'll look
Thats what i want to be.
Written down for all to see.
Yeah, thats how I want it for me.
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