More Words

When I push my glasses up to my face
and take my pen into my skinny hand,
do the words I write mean anything?

 

Do the words I write mean anything
as I bleed ink all over virgin papers
for a lone love never returned?

 

For a lone love never returned
I splatter emotions onto a dirty canvas,
yet, what do I have to offer?

 

Yet, what do I have to offer
but my heart for you to hold
for all I want is to hold your hand.

 

For all I want is to hold your hand
to love you eternally with you loving back
and my words to mean something to you.