The words never connect in the way they were sent
the phrases never heard the way they were meant
the words always jumble and congeal
till the have lost all utterance of appeal

but still I will send each one.
hoping my trespasses might be undone
praying that they might be fully heard
For every emotion I present you a word

with each letter and every poem
I take a step closer to home
trust every promise to be true.
Like me, they were made for you.