I spend
my days and nights
out here on this ledge.
Waiting for you
to come and talk me down,
or catch me
when I fall.
Give me a reason, Darling.
I stand up here
for you,
awaiting your decision.
Will it be I tonight,
or some other?
If it is I
then your sweet words
shall bring me down softly.
But speak of another
and I shall fall
fast and harsh.
It's only made better
if you are waiting
at the bottom.
Maybe one day
you won't be.
I'll stand on this ledge
waiting
and you won't
offer your hand to me.
I will fall
and I will hit the pavement.
Then try and find
another
who will live
on a ledge
for you.