They frolic around, leap about,
cavort from mouths that spew them out.
They divulge and lie, they murmur and moan,
sometimes they won’t leave us alone.
They bring forth life, they spit out death,
they are our confessions, we never meant.
Spiraling, waving out of control,
some of the words you can never let go.
Lingering, waiting causing such fret,
wishing they would pounce out their threat.
Loving, kindly healing a wound,
hugging, embracing they come in and swoon.
Gentle or nasty their purpose could be,
cherishing or killing each part of me.
They hold on for years and never let go,
they manifest through tears, I wish didn’t show.
They bring great joy, as they spin and spout,
giving their freedoms for us to shout.
Bottled up and hidden, they need to spoon,
get them out as to not go mad soon.
Lifting, lurching into space,
can leave an empty wide open place.
Let them be adoring and lavishing today,
words be good while you play.