The Shape We Made - Peggy Sue

He may be strong

But he will not hold my gaze

For very long

His pretty eyes

Will soon grow tired

I’ll look away

Before his looks have time to die

I missed a trick

Or two, or three

I will remain missing

Whilst you’re missing me

He may be brave

I’ll get him lying down

And you can break his ways

For I left but once

More times I stayed

You hold me stronger now

Than all the while I remained

I missed a trick

It would not do

I will remain missing

Whilst I’m missing you

I miss the shape

We used to make

I miss your breath

I used to take

I miss the hands

That held me in place

They kept me still

With all they gave

They sent me away

Still I am but what they made