Poem: Beg

Sitting here waiting by the phone.

Trying to find ways to make you come home.

Not trying to beg you to stay.

I just want to see if our love is okay.

Without looking like the fool, I am for you.

When I wish you was not here, I did not know if I would ever want you to stay.

Now it is all that want to beg of you.

I guess my pride is no longer a problem for me.

I need to find something else the blame.