Not just "WORDS"

Curbside Prophet's note-its 10:04 a.m........and i think i have a hang-over........no i don't booze,cause booze and old shoes,STINK!just these stupid thoughts which creep into your mind.anyway,this piece right here,made me feel a little on the "mature" side.People tell me I'm "very sensible".........and "more intellectual" than them,but seriously i feel I'm just original.OK I'll stop blowing my own horn,this poem talks about words,which make a chunk of our lives.We use them so much that sometimes we forget their importance.So read it,i know it'll make sense sooner or later to all o you!I wrote this cause i realized "i don't let my feeling out"....so this was an attempt to let go........FOR ONCE!

If you see its merely ink,
Words and colour totally in sync,

But then your eyes see beyond that,
And the chances of it making sense are fat,

Did a death note make you cry?
Or did a love note leave you high?

Sometimes their presence is what you need,
Sometimes their absence is what you plead,

Its those three words which seem worth the wait,
And they change your mortal fate,

Doesn't a "hello" brighten up that anxious face?
And isn't "Hey pretty!"the reason behind that grace?

Why does a "goodbye" end everything?
A life ,a letter or even a petty fling.

And then there is the word "hate"
It just brings you down cause it seems that its too late,

Its the way use them that makes you a man,
And not how many you learnt in short span,

The words "I do" get a man his wife,
And then they try to live up to them all their life,

The word "forever"has no expiry date,
So if you love them,just say it its never too late,

They make the cheesiest pick up lines,
But work better than the most expensive wines,

Its funny how quickly a "yes" turns to a "no",
And how it stays the same no matter how far you go,

Those stupid words on toilet paper are some one's treasure,
They bring a smile and that internal pleasure,

These inanimate things make wonders,
But also make room for blunders!

They make you look up for no reason,
No matter what day or what season,

They make you wish ,hope and believe,
They make you weep ,angry and grieve,

You haven't spoken for long?
Don't be afraid maybe staying quiet is wrong.

Words oh these things are wicked,
Sometimes they make things all so straight,and sometimes so crooked,

What is a life worth if you don't speak,
Because the strong silence often leaves you weak,

Do they all seem like a waste?
A product of excitement and haste?

Do you feel helpless cause you cant take them back?
Does it seem stupid cause its all in white and black?

Tricky ain't the deal?
A hurt that just won't heal!

So its no use running away,
Take my "word",cause you gotta say what you gotta say!

PSST-Its also the longest thing i ever wrote...........as in poem........