It keeps playing in my head
The words that he said
Like a tape recorder past its age
The voice is dying but doesn't fade
These words make sentences
And those sentences made stories
At the time when everything made sense
I don't know why I let go of the ink and the pen
But words are everything I have
I live, breathe and see through them
But words make stories
Stories that don't have an end
My head wrote tales in clauses
The heart fluttered in a rhyme scheme
Both fated to degenerate
In each other's stories
