Your words

It lies here,

Like a paperweight or brick,

Crumbling slowly, into dust,

With no signs of life in it. 

And it doesn’t beat with silence, 

when the lips are stuck together, 

And if your hands stop moving 

then its last breath will be long gone forever,

For you are the one that keeps it going,

The one who can send a flooding current

through it and round it, 

and keep it loving. 

So talk to it,

And give it life,

And it in return it will give love back. 

For without your words it will have no use,

Because its one purpose is to love. 

Its one purpose in life is to love you.