Unwritten

Words or just words
That is what I really thought
Just a description of something
we had seen, shared or heard

Never suspected the secret message
When combining the sentences
What people have learnt
What can reach and activate their sixth and even seventh senses

How dull and ordinary words
Can linger and echo for ages through our mind
How it can be said or written at one place
But at the end cross all over the world, leaving that particular starting place behind

The infliction of pain it can cause to ones heart
The realisation of it's meaning and purpose
The happiness and/or sadness hidden within it's storyline
All of the possibilities, all the ways that it can go and flow... like they're waves of the sea

Words are just words
That is what I really thought
Just a judgmental standpoint on something
Like pointing a finger, choices and decision making

Never suspected the secret message
When combining the sentences
What people felt
Revealing the truth within their lies, even when they tried wearing a mask

How poisonous and torturous a person can be towards another
Inflicting even deeper wounds by saying the wrong things
Like pouring salt on the wound, to add some more flavor
Just to deliver a more delicate story than the original

We can twist words so easily
Control them, replace them or even remove them when necessary
Create an illusion of what could've been
No matter if it's true or false, it shall be believed by those not seen

But what if there wasn't a story at all
Words just fading away, until only an empty paper remains
Locked behind a door, kept from society's invisible hands
Not able to climb their way inside

Not even by attempting speech
As all that what is before them is a mute
An empty shell on the outside
Will these words still tell them my story, long after I've died

Even when they're unwritten?