Standing till the end
no counter offers
let the waste trail on through
let them pass on by.
You don’t need them.
It’ll be me and you,
walking through the fire
teaching you the ways
holding your palms when the night calls.
Dropping you off on your first date,
telling you it’ll be okay when you go through your first heartbreak
–
but I’ll always be here.
Saint's Muse 