The kind you can afford (word catcher)

Pictures in words and sways of lines committing. Seldom surfaces that spread their particles because the thing is that there is always something to say. This makes it all special and worthwhile. 

Your swan song flees in a trail with no ending, but it assists you to see the unseeable, the unseen scene, the foreign language you already know. Well, you can find the poetry in those sounds from other language's syllables, that's when you breathe it so ...

And damp love: only redeemable if like coffee it freshens up and shines. When it dampens down and retreats then leaves an after taste that is not love, and sadness follows on. 

As your seasons change in an untimed story, and your unkempt heart can only stay still to make dreams bearable, your writing helps me salvage my own words and seals. 

It promises nothing, but is capable of everything. Well, let's render it true: your own words are more important, and I'm reading you as a matter of fact. You are leading me on and bearing up forward ... Me, spotting lost words, always.