I'm sorry
Comfort isn't something
I can give
I can't say it's okay
Because it's not okay
I can't say I know
Because I really don't
So even if I give that 'comfort'
I can't help but feel
That my words would be
Meaningless
YOU ARE READING
a collection of words
Poetry"If my words sprout wings, And reach into another's heart, I think I'll truly be happy To be a friend of words."
