Meanings changed after what happened,
words seemed the same
but they were no longer exact.
The dictionary needs a dictionary.
The word for love stopped describing it,
and pain, what is pain.
As a Capricorn, I have Scorpio rising.
This means something, so they tell me
but I am not sure what.
The words are mediocre reflections
of general common notions.
Hidden meanings keep us thinking.
Maybe all poetry should rhyme to satisfy,
there ought to be a standard,
I want so much to reach you. So I try.
Somewhere in the middle, or the start,
or in the end perhaps, of all words is the word you.
It is all words. The heart.
What is the meaning of you? How
I meant to be a friend, a “you” as well,
but somehow “you” means more now.
You mean more now. Again the truth has bent.
Trust had my latest attention
while, like them all, you went.