These empty words
Fall from my lips
Like so many imperfect pearls.
Instead of wisdom,
They offer lies
And semblances of the truth.
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
With all the strength I have,
But no matter how
I wish tonight,
Nothing will fill them up.
Because real words-
Words with a purpose and plan-
Come from inside
With assurance
And hope
And oft-spoken love;
These of which I have few.
Empty words-
Ambiguous and unsure-
Have similar origins
But get lost
Somewhere
Along the way
Among the uncertainty
And sadness
And solitude;
These of which I have much.