White

Dashing?
Pure?
Untainted?

No,
no
Not at all.

Warmth?
Comfort?
Haven?

No,
no,
not at all.

How can I discern
What is pure,
When my heart draws
Back in fear?

How can it be
A comfort to me,
When my heart embroils
In conflict?

No matter how untainted,
No matter how warm,
My heart is detached
I can't feel its meaning.
I can't open my soul.

Too white,
Not for me.
Too perfect,
I am not worthy.

Try,
They tell me.
I am really trying.
My very best.

Give me,
Please give me,
Some time.
A little
More
Time