My words don’t need you anymore
They have moved on to a better place.
A place that doesn’t want anything from you. My words now don’t want to be heard. They are comfortable in their own skin.
They are there for no reason. They just flow like water finds in own level. They will flow and find their way like water. They will quench thirst, grow a tree or a forest. They might just get wasted in a puddle or drown in the deep blue sea.
These words of mine are as pure as rainwater. They fall without any discrimination. It is not their fault they fell on you. You came in the way.
You are not special don’t ban my words.