Pretty Words

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.