Broken Words
There must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb,
not fully formed,
not spoken right,
not heard.
There must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging
Somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "I love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth
There must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that travelled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach
There must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things I could never say
and the things I said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance
There must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place I can call home.
the ones without a limb,
not fully formed,
not spoken right,
not heard.
There must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging
Somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "I love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth
There must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that travelled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach
There must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things I could never say
and the things I said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance
There must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place I can call home.
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