A blank sheet of paper lies before me as I try to summon words of sorrow and remorse.
Words that will let you know I repent. Words that let you know I deserve your scorn.

I know it will take more than words. More than me singing an anthem to you or writing endless poems of regret.

I know to you, all of those words are empty.
Nothing but echo's of meaning from a liar you once knew.

I know it will take action to earn a place in your heart again.
Until that moment, if you allow it to happen,
I hope you know I mean what word's I say to you.