Fantastical

...

 Deny me the ability to back down,
eliminate this so called "middle-ground"
 
Call me out on this fantastical thought
that you and I will never have fought

I'm begging you please,
honey dear, help me up off these weary knees.

Make me confess these bright hues
of pink and red
That fill my innards with a mounting dread.

Make me shout from the mountain high and sky blue
those three little words.

I. and Love. and You.

The End

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