First love
So bright

Tongue held
Quite light

That step
So right

She fought
We fight

She thought,
"I might"

Then yelled,
"Go! Fight!"

And the play goes on in life

If only my arms reached once around the world.

I would sweep them back and forth, combing each and every surface,

Until I touched you.

It must be real,
If hearing the blades of grass
Whisper to my toes
Makes me think about you.

What was the purpose of difficulty?
Whoever wears the crown, I'd like to inquire them on that particular question.
And then the follow up:
Why give me so much?

I struggle to remember the reasons as to why I made the choice that I did,
And my head cannot carry this burden along with the other necessary parts of my life at the
moment.
I need the relief I deserve,
And I will fight for it as long as your arms are open.
But this might never be enough,
Your arms may have never been open to begin with.