Call Me, ME
I sit and ask myself, my dear.
Would you miss me, as I fear....
If I should take a step away.
Would you reach out and make me stay.
I bow my head, as my tears fall.
And wonder if you'd call.
This empty shell, that I call me.
Is standing, for you, to see.
Though weary, broke and torn apart.
I wish that you could start.
To ease this ache inside my heart.
And paint me like a Master's art.
For I rise and fall.
Yet still I wait.
With muscles aching, at your gate.
For an outstretched hand.
And love so free.
To embrace me thus.
And call me, ME.
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