My words hold my weighted heart,

Bleeding- oozing with interest,

And my crimson tries to melt with yours,

In wisps of smoke, it calls.

My words so desperately eats itself,

And this whirlpool of emotions spins,

Itching for you to meet me,

To drown you in the middle.

Yet my words can float despite all,

With meaning so deep, booming,

It starts an earthquake,

That I hope will shift your world.

My words are quiet actions,

That will crash down onto your face,

And will make you see,

That your eyes and ears are shut.

My words hold my weighted heart,

But the bird still tries to carry its message,

I hope you can see this all,

When you hear my thunderous whispers.