Make Me, Myself.

I was desperate for love, or just affection from certain people.

                                                                           Make Me, Myself

   Make me happy, please.
I sit alone, thinking that there is nothing else.
My chest feels heavy and bare.

   Make me warm, if not just a tease.
I walk alone, wanting a right wing.
Please arrive, take me there.

   Make me a melody, take it up just a scale.
Cheer me up for a while now, not just a little but more!
Please just give me a shoulder now, my own is deserted and bare.

   Make me appreciate the little things.
Remind me of winking and flies.
Please ride with me in the darkness, and illuminate a cold desperate air.

The End

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