So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering...

So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon'tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeof
glassI'veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgive me . . .