Do words I wonder, really matter now?

When people take those vows and then forget;

When more I feel than words can say somehow.

To do a thing I can't, I do reject.

Though my own lips would form no word for you,

No meaning it bears that I never feel.

To describe what I feel, I have no clue.

So to see, away my layers, you peel.

Through my own writings that embrace my heart,

My passion, reason and how I do view

This graceful yet depraved world and its parts,

Where good or evil, all we people do.

Since god knowingly made my lips untalk,

So I, not lips, but with my pen, do talk.