You asked if you could have me

But, what does that mean?

Does it mean you'll be there

When my eyes shed a stream?

Are you willing to pick up my pieces

When they're broken at the seams?

Will you listen to my stories

And help carry out my dreams?

Will you keep me forever

Or will this end with painful screams?

My heart needs to know

Where it fits in your scheme.

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