Every Three Way Division

Every three way division and it keeps mounting up. No matter which way I turn, everyone else is happy. I don't know if I am. Perhaps I would be but it still leaves me cold. Her smile means everything and she's got an advantage in height. It only matters inbetween. Indecision ruins a forthcoming judgement.

Every three way division needs a new decision. Which way is the right way. I'd hang across the walls to get inside her mind. Learn three languages. Burn a thousand identities all living unseen in the waking world. She makes me feel like a weekend project in need of redevelopment. But it's not the only promise that's willing to be broken.

Every three way division makes me nervous. I do not deceive but her nervous imagination rubs off on me. It makes poison out of wine. A parnoid look is all it takes. For all that it's worth, I think I should recheck my options before putting another step forward just in case I don't fall through the cracks like I usually do.

Every three way division and it keeps on mounting up. The more I see her, the more she smiles. The more warmth I feel even when I feel lousy. Every step closer I'm wishing for ideal scenarios that I can respond to. But that's a foolish way of looking into things that aren't there. I would have played things differently if I knew just how to do it. I want to make her mine. I don't care about the differences that there are. I just have to get my timing right.