muller

I know you're with me tonight.

even though my thoughts race
and as sure as the grass will grow
so will I.

once tangled, twice burned into the ground
three more times, I'll come around.
No more selfish than humbled,
the will to be crumbled
without pain or inclusion
of sadness, dilution
I'll walk the line until the line
she grows faded.

Take back all the times
that I was too shy to say,
stay for three more times.

either in the eyes, or the hands
I will argue, short of demand
the fact that I can decide.

for myself and for those
who abide or oppose
the thought of putting it all on the line
for three more times.


happy wednesday, kiddos.