Hear me.
Hear my words.
I need to be heard.
While my voice,
Is still seasoned with reason.
Ask me.
Ask me anything.
I need questions.
As truthful answers are the,
Only cure for Melancholy.
Remember me.
Remember the wonder.
I need to be remembered.
My picture will…
Never replace those moments in time.
Need me.
Need my arms.
I need to be in your arms.
Wherever a sunset lives,
Mine will be open for you.
Talk to me.
Talk to my heart.
I need to hear.
Before your words,
Only echo in space.
Pour water on me.
Pour water on my soul.
I need to be clean.
Before my ashes,
Bother the Earth again.
Kiss me.
Kiss my face.
I need a kiss.
For in the end,
It is what I will miss.
Love me.
Love my way.
I need your love.
Or at least remove,
That broken arrow from my heart.
© DRB 2009
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