By Arcassin Burnham

Long live the power,
That courses though me
See though glass,
That cracks to alter stress,
Long as they,
Love me,
in their dreams,
So the ****** deed could perish,
So as it seems,
Putting me on scales I'm not use to,
Guitar strums to avoid you,
Oh dear love me as I am,
Or don't love me at all.