Unborn Nostalgia

I need you to reinvent
my unborn nostalgia
to strike a dent
in my butterfly neuralgia
a song for when I die
a lament
for us
forever after
to redefine
my scarred memory eye
and sit with me and cry
through to laughter
I greed you too much
I need you badly
for your present state I cannot touch
the arms I would welcome gladly
Instead I act so butch
but apart I fall so sadly
different keys now unlock your doors
but all I ask is open up to me.