The False Forecast

I’m trying to find the right words
To win your heart and gloat.
But I can’t think of anything
That I haven’t made a quote.
I feel I’ve said it all before,
And that it’s all the same.
But also feel so worthless.
I’ve only gained guilt and shame.
No words ever won your heart,
Nor brought you to my world.
No words ever made you want
The yearnings in this girl.
Nothing ever made you come to me
And say I understand.
No words ever made you realize
I just wanted to hold your hand.
So if I can’t get through to you
And bring you peace and joy,
Then why should I write again?
I do not want to annoy.

11-28-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire