You Make Me

You Make Me

I think I give little pieces of me,
Of my heart, to all who ask it of me.
I pass out strings attached to my soul,
And never do I feel whole.

One for the boy who made me smile
Even when I wished he wouldn't.
One for a friend made in a quick moment,
maybe holding a piece of hers as well.

I think I give little pieces of me,
Of my heart, to all who ask it of me.
I pass out strings attached to my soul,
And never do I feel whole.

A piece to each brother,
To be tossed and nurtured all at once,
A piece each to two sisters,
Who take it on adventures.

I think I give little pieces of me,
Of my heart, to all who ask it of me.
I pass out strings attached to my soul,
And never do I feel whole.

A pretty piece each for mommy and dad,
who hold on dearly and ever so tight.
A piece for every grand parent,
even when the acquaintance is through a frame.

I think I give little pieces of me,
Of my heart, to all who ask it of me.
I pass out the strings attached to my soul,
And never do I feel whole.

A piece the size of a horse for little nieces,
that bring sunshine even on days remembered for sorrow,
A piece just leaving my heart,
for the next one born.

I think I give little pieces of me,
Of my heart, to all who ask it of me.
I pass out the strings attached to my soul,
And never do I feel whole.

A piece twenty times over
Found across the sea,
I see them with friends in worlds
Much different than mine.

I think I give little pieces of me,
Of my heart, to all who ask it of me.
I pass out the strings attached to my soul,
And never do I feel whole.
Except when I think of you,
Pulling on my strings.
I feel full beyond the ocean,
And sense love in the past.
I see you happy,
And it makes each string worth it.