I speak, but my words fall like whispers in the wind,
Twisted, tangled, unheard in the ears of him.
I give, but my offerings crumble like sand,
Never enough for the grasp of his hands.

He smiles, but his eyes still hold yesterday’s scars,
Forgiveness is spoken but shackled in bars.
A love that is promised, yet dangled so high,
Like a kite in a s…read more