Stagnant

Those countless texts
They meant nothing, did they?
A thing to do, because you've got
No thing to do

And that many smiles, they
Hold no meaning, don't they?
An obligation, a chore, because you
Need some thing to do

So many words, they spill like
Raindrops, but turn to ice, the
Ice that melts as soon as it falls
Natural but futile. Pointless.

So tears shed, words unsaid and
Promises broke before they'd
Even been madeā€¦.those countless memories
They mean nothing, don't they?

Just a face against a
Million many others.

Wanted, maybe but
Not really needed