Await in turn to scale
Of what I'd do
To keep
Away on end
No means
Of harm come true
Arrive
In pause till you
Finish
Building your track
Circling
You tenderness
Willing
A worthy in
I have been handed
A chance to twist it right
Delicate balance
Of temperance and spite
My say's been slighted
To acquiesce is kind
Smother me
I can take so much
But I can't take
Enough to make you
Satisfied with yourself
Unless you're done grappling with me