I wish the words of my mouth
Could work like a fine stitching
Closing up the holes in your heart.

But I never have the words
To make it all go away
If anything, I just tear it all apart.

I'm not eloquent
Or tastefully soothing
But my heart beats in the right rhythm.

I try to say all the right things
Instead, I stumble and fall
I guess, truly, I am just winsome.

I watch your painful confusion
Unable to help
And we both seem to tumble into turmoil.

I wish could gracefully
Be your divine savior
But unfortunately I'm just a harlequin girl.