Mums & Rye
Cynthia Ann Schemmer
I see you in mums and fields of rye
I take my time getting over you tonight
You are above, and I am below, soft and low
I don't mind the cold through the open window
The things I keep are untouchable and weak
I stay inside where the vines grow recklessly
No one here understands me, I am free
You were not defectless but that's how I choose to see you
I will be unvanquished tonight
I will be unvanquished tonight