Use Your Words

Use Your Words -Owen
Those books you've read in your youth like holidays at home continue to remind you
Of who you are and who you aren't
Some pages bent
The spines creases and worn
All signs of being adored
Those words somehow meant more to you than who they were written for
Those blankets in your bed sot tattered and sad
Have seen enough sleepless nights both good and bad to pen a short story
Or few love songs
Ain't it about time you moved on
Those books that you've read you will read again
After enough time passes
You' ll remember some names but not how they end
After enough time passes
And your heart will break all over again
After enough time passes
And so on and so forth