To love?

Or to despise?

To hate?

Or to draw forth pride?

Sometimes my world is not black and white

Sometimes I'd like to give up without a fight

Yet last night I promised

That you held the center of my world

And last night I drew forth grace

Which I have abused

But because of the truth in your kindness

And the soft gentleness of your touch

I will try not to fall down again

Though honestly, I can't promise much