Words

Why do you want to see my heart?

Isn't my word enough?

The last thoughts are spent.

The beginning of life is meant, 

To be a word not a beat.

Why do you want to see me?

Isn't my words enough?

The cheer of life is a color.

The smell is a shade of yellow,

A sunflower and the space is shallow.

Why do you need to touch me?

Isn't my words enough?

The wholesome of time is in fragments.

The end of life is a letter.

My words against your walls,

And we begin again.