Poets tend to blob words together,
Words that the ordinary person wouldn’t understand,
But still make masterpieces of hidden language.
I like words that go deep in your mind like that special song.
Which hits every spot perfectly and says no wrong.
And ones to make a point, repeated over and over.
Words so perfectly chosen, inspired you to go for her.
She’s the exclamation point to the prettiest sentence,
That was never written.
I like words that confuse myself.
Words that are so beautiful and make me forget.
Forget whether I’m talking about a girl, or simply just words..
Forget so much, that I never did talk to her.
The one who would’ve changed words to feelings.
Feelings that can’t be described by,
Pretty Words.