Words are not enough.
I talk and talk, they tumble out in heaps.
You toss them to the curb.
After all, why bother?
My words are not enough.
I hurl them at you blindly.
They graze your fingers as
you run them through your hair.
My desperate words are not enough.
You shake them to the dirt.
They’re meaningless, I guess.
I meant them to be more.