Words are such peculiar things.
They can be a balm to invisible wounds.
Or the very weapon that inflicted them.
If only you could take them back.
And with them the hurt.
Things would be so different.
Maybe these words will reach you.
I'm sorry,
For what it's worth.
But words are just words,
Without the feelings behind them.
And unfortunately my feelings,
Have no words.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Words are such peculiar things.
They can be a balm to invisible wounds.
Or the very weapon that inflicted them.
If only you could take them back.
And with them the hurt.
Things would be so different.
Maybe these words will reach you.
I'm sorry,
For what it's worth.
But words are just words,
Without the feelings behind them.
And unfortunately my feelings,
Have no words.
