Who Am I To You

I'm the dog at the door, that waits for you

I'm the fatherly scorn, when you are untrue

I'm the hopeful love, waiting for a time and place

I'm the stalker, obsessing over your flawless face

I'm the motherly care, when you need someone to wipe tears away 

And I'm always there, when you need me.


I'm at your beck and call,

At your command, down at your feet,

I am your man.


A drop of a hat and I come your way

I say fuck seperation, fuck distant space

Fuck planned times of coming together

If I feel the need, I'll see you whenever

The only question left to say, is

Would you accept me this way, with open arms and delightful surprise,

Or would the surprise, be the look in your eyes?


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