It's only words

I have led a life.

Been there and done that.

Loved you all so much...

That I never was loved back!

When I felt lonely, when I was alone...

I looked around

Nobody home.

Except:

Me, paper, pen, and words.

I bleed, I make love, I cry.

I hide.

And soon the ink blots the paper.

It is not fair. Never has been.

Life is a feeling. And I am there.

A stream, and my boat is a word.

Love.

I hope...

I will...

Oh words! Come to me...

To say what I feel.

Now and forever.

You still don't get it.

You never will.

Words are not enough...

ani, your poetry has inspired me to pen this poem... so am dedicating it to you!