These rainy days bring out the mushy side of me. I read more
romance than is good for me, and end up feeling sorry for
myself. This is the result.

If I reach out to touch
will you push me away?
Please, I need this so much.
Please let me stay.

There is no warmth but you.
You're solid. You're strong.
False as I am, this must be true,
because it's too good to be wrong.

I know you can't possibly want
the way things are, want me.
I don't want to force you, but I can't
deny how much I want this to be.

Don't recoil from my touch.
Don't drive me away.
Please, I need this so much.
Please let me stay.