I wonder what it’s like for you
To sit upon that throne…
A lowly beggar I must be
To feel so all alone.

I wish that it were I that placed
That smile upon your soul…
To be the piece that makes complete,
A unity that’s whole.

Seems thoughts are what accompany me
To fill the passing hours…
I’d rather be a butterfly,
A queen among the flowers.

I miss the days when I felt more
Than just another dream…
A figment of imagination
Tarnished in its gleam.

I wait for you to notice me,
To wish that you were here…
But distance grows between the light,
The shadows, and my fear.

I’ve overcome the skeletons
Behind the closet door…
I’ve found myself again in spite
Of finding nothing more.

I only wish you needed me
The way you did back then…
Perhaps I’d finally feel alive,
Much deeper than my skin.