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 ©