Words and me

The lingering hopes between the words I write,

The rising fear with the thoughts I create,

I don't know if I'm to love or hate words,

But it remain a constant battle between us,

For even you don't reach me all the time,

Learning my smile is all comfortable and fine,

But only with lot hundred reasons hiding behind,

Waiting to be told,

Waiting to be heard someday,

Maybe one day;

But I wait for only you to save me,

In all the times I drown in fear,

With thoughts unclear but still you aren't near,

Watching from far like always,

And I grow more empty with each day,

Empty smiles,

Empty tears,

Empty fears,

And the empty me;

But remember emptiness is the loudest voice,

That the world refuses to hear not on all days...