Yours truly, yours

Cold and rainy
Dark and dreary
My own fault,
I've done it to me.

Lost and helpless
Caught in distress
Yours truly yours,
I will confess.

Tuesday's come but once a week
The saddest times; the deepest bleak
And when I think I've beat the streak,
I start again to reach the peak.

It goes back to the time I said
I didn't want you in my bed
And it was made for all to see
The person laid would not be me.

I'm sorry for the lies I've told
The cheap attempts at being bold
For crying when I'm feeling old
…and keeping warmth when you were cold.

And so it comes without an aim
I'm on my knees embracing pain
Left without an ounce of shame
My love is yours…
…I've quit the game

I think I've known what matters most
You shouldn't fear the faded ghosts…
Of what has happened in the past
What we didn't do to make it last

Still on my knees I'll take your hand
To lift me up and I shall stand
Your every wish at my command

Yours truly yours,
Can I be your man?