Bruise Me

If you really,
Think about it,
Words are just noise;
Nothing but clumsy syllables,
Strung together,
By the mouth.
And promised to mean something,
By the mind.

Words are just noise.
Sounds,
Made up,
And fabricated.
The world is full,
Of noise.

So when,
You look at me,
And you promise me,
Or you swear to me,
That you will never hurt me,
Again,
Know that all I hear,
Is noise.

The clumsy syllables,
Are strung together,
And they don't mean anything.
They come apart at the seams,
And they fall into the song,
You sang for me,
And the ambient background,
Of the world.

And I play our song,
Over and over in my head.
The melody your words created,
And the harmony my head fabricated.

Words,
And your promises,
My love,
Are just noise.