Something a little different from me, a spark of inspiration from a time in my life where there was ALOT going on.
I was unsure whether to post this, but then again even poems are a form of art, no?

I hope you guys like it, I just called it "Words":

Words can be said, whispered and sung,
But often can be one of the last things to be hung,
In the air, or in someone's head,
While wide awake or laid in bed,
They can have so much meaning or so little,
Even from those who come across brittle,
So be sure to keep your words kind,
For you never know if they linger in someone's mind.