Crybaby

This thought clings to me —pulling me down or —tugging at my arm I'll take a class on how it works I'll watch a show to see it's a curse I'll think of its face —but will it be mine? Sometimes in my mind I'll play out scenarios where we play and you'll giggle and I'll cry because you're mine But is it right? —to assume I'll have this life? If I chop off my head— will fate step in? Will it produce something unnatural from within? A tumor instead of a heartbeat But what if mine can't beat for another? Won't beat for two Sometimes I just think —I can't give my life to you So cry all you want Scream for a past that might never see you Maybe someday I'll be there Or maybe in another life is best —and if I never have you May you still always be mine Keep waiting for a change —a chance —a life