And when there's no spoken word, there is still the written.
And that's worse.
You'll create a sea.
And then you'll have to surf it to get over it.
And if you don't know how to surf,
Then that's a problem...
So,
We don't cry.
Simple.
And force my wish into the air.
No, I'm going to let the wind carry my words to you.
I'll say nothing.
I'll do nothing.
And you'll hear it.
Loud and clear.
Words held back
And then said wrong
Hidden hurt
Buried lies
Did you burn your tongue?
Did you bite it hard?
Did it leave the bitter taste of coffee in your mouth when you told her?
There's someone out there who thinks about you when they see something. It could be when they see the moon, or the title of a book, or when they hear a particular song. It could be when they see a certain flower, or catch the whiff of a particular scent. It could be when they see someone who resembles you slightly.
There's something special about you that they remember when they see something.
Isn't that beautiful? And aren't you special?
To be thought of, to be held in regard and to be remembered.
That's special.