You Know What Sucks More Than Bad Poetry?
Should I profess our love in words?
To quantify all its worth —
Can you hold between the stars?
Or truly mend a broken heart?
These are not measures one can count
They are the awe lost in our mouth —
The greatest figures, not figured out.
Where does love hide then when not spoken?
Upon a smile, cracked, unbroken.
Or in the touch that steals your heart.
But I know how smiles part —
Should ours part into a shout,
Before it lashes from our mouths —
I’ll cleft my tongue to stop it cold!
For words of love, so words of woe.