The Thought Of Love

words pour out
like water from fountains
free for all
to take advantage

some kill like oceans
others scratch like streams
still, no one tries
to control their own

but what, of when,
words aren’t spoken?
the calm before the storm.
the evil thoughts
the wicked views;
hidden behind expressions

putting forth smiles
filled with laughter
in order to trick
the ones they adore

well, ill take your words
over knowing your thoughts
cause I’m afraid of finding
nothing but love