Happy Birthday To Me

Tomorrow,
is the day.
It is the day,
I was born.
At midnight though,
is the time.
I long for,
the call.
I long for,
her voice.
Knowing that number,
seeing it too.
I loved her,
more than anyone.
Why is it,
I still care?
Why is it,
I still hurt?
Why is it,
I still want?
I want that,
call.
I want that,
voice.
I need that,
girl.
For two years,
phone call every night.
For two years,
compassion every night.
For two years,
she loved me.
What changed,
you ask?
We both,
changed.
So why do I,
care?
So why do I,
love?
I am not,
sure.
I love,
her.
I need,
her.
Just for once,
I would kill for it.
Just for once,
I would die for her.
Just for once,
I would love a call.
I want to hear,
her voice.
I want to hear,
her say.
I want to hear,
her words.
I want to hear,
I love you, baby.
I want to hear,
Happy Birthday baby girl!