as dusk descended
two white cranes
landed in the churchyard

I am in a constant game
Of tug of war
My heart battles my head
Pulling in opposite directions
With convincing arguments
And I've never been good at making decisions
It seems you reside in my heart
Playing love songs on my chordae tendinae
Pulling harder when you feel me listen
To the ringing in my head
From the chorus of "no's"
Screaming from my temporal lobe
All this tugging
Echoes in my being
I don't know how much war
My body can take
There is only one of me
I can only give so much
If I had more to give I would
Not rest until it was all gone
This war will only cease
When I finally decide
How much I can take
The only problem is
It might already be
Too late