My Words and You

My words cheat on me.

They talk about you

Without my permission.

Maybe they have a soft spot for you,

That’s why they don’t listen to me.

Maybe you’ve enchanted them

And they don’t care about the consequences.

When they talk about you,

They form a melody

That is from outer space.

My words like to beautify you.

They talk about you

Like you are a poetic being.

Like you’re walking on the clouds

And healing whatever you touch.

Maybe my words are under

The spell of your looks

Or the way you read poetry,

But they sure as hell like talking about you.