Words are just words
Until somebody listens
What else do we really have?
If the words themselves do not exist
We can never say I love you
Never say I'm sorry
We use them every day
To express
Love-hate- anger
We use them in crises
We use them to lie
We use them to cheat
They hold immense power
They can be kind
They can break your heart
Make you shed a tear
And they can also
Make you smile and laugh
For the words themselves
Are a gift
Use them wisely
And if you use them
For love
Perhaps then
Someone will
Listen..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
