Carefully drafted
Beautifully crafted
Those are not my words
Your ears ringing
Your heart singing
Those are not my words
Lifted up, soaring high
Big emotions in the sky
Those are not my words
My words are tiny, small
They take up no space at all
They’re not heartfelt prose
More a little voice in the dark
Hiding behind a bush in the park
When they see someone they know
A tiny little, a very small sound
Held close tight, to the ground
When I walked past you the other day
A murmur, a ripple, a hum
A fading heartbeat, not a drum
You didn’t notice me.
Or my words.
A Tuesday Latte 