Words Mean Something
I could write a book
on how you made me feel
but you hated when I put it in words
I could write a song
on summer days with your hand in mine
but you'd tell me to turn it off
I could write a poem
about your laugh and lopsided smile
but you wouldn't read it anyway
you said words are meaningless and empty
but I think that was about your words to me
This poem is about:
Our world