I'd appear on your house
drenched in what the weather pours
knocking on a door that I'm not sure that I'll feel the embrace of welcome
alas, for my presence is far greater
than the weather man's forecast.
Then they'll see me
holding my heart on my hands
hoping it'll spare me from their wrath
as I present on what's left of me
and ask for the hand
of the other half of me.
I'll try I'll try I'll try