Words

Someday I'll find the words.

That I need to make you love me again.

Someday I'll write them down.

And you'll read them again and again.

Someday I'll write the perfect poem.

And you'll realize that you still love me.

I don't know when that will happen.

I don't know if I can find the words.

I don't know if I can form the words.

In the way I need to express my love for you.

All I know is that the words are inside me.

They swirl through my head.

They urge to be released.

So you can read them.

So you can absorb them.

Someday I'll write the perfect piece for you.