All For The Love Of Words

to him there was no greater pain
than not being able to explain
why the words that he loved so much
lived in his mind becoming his crutch
seeing painted smiles and burning lies
soar with broken promises and anguished cries
they danced and played from noon until night
only to fade away when he tried to write
his only friends or so he thought
were the words with whom he daily fought
to give them life for all to see
but try as he might it was not to be
because in his mind where they always play
is where it seemed they were bound to stay
for love is strange and indeed unkind
when the words refused to leave his mind
locked away so many great thoughts
and his efforts to write were all for naught
to share his words for all to read
but the words loved him to much and refused to leave