It’s not that I don’t
believe your
words.
They linger inside,
and cling on to
my heart.
But in the end,
my voice speaks
a little
louder,
a little
stronger,
a little
wider.
Your words bring,
sparkle and
shine.
They always find
their way
through.
But in the end,
they’re just
too
black,
too
white,
too
narrow.