Take some time.

Take a piece of me.

What I am is what you see.

Made out of my mistakes.

Tired of dealing with the fakes.

 

If I called, would you pick up,

And start where we left off?

It gets remote when I'm alone.

Do you cry while I'm at home?

 

Do you even miss me at all?

Would you catch me if I fall?

Would you lend your hand,

To this crippled man?

 

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

I really like this.
The pace is steady and the feelings/questions easy to relate to.
Great job..
:]

[WV_Poetess]

I think we all have those questions from time to time. I enjoyed this write.