A Piece of Myself.

Can I give a bit of myself to you?

You can hold it in your hands

Stow it away in a drawer you hardly ever open

Keep it in your back pocket

Or hang it above your bed.

I just want to know

That when you cross oceans

or fly up and paint the moon

like you've always dreamed about

I'll be with you

by your side

Not interested in the spotlight

But the person inside of it

Who dances in the night

With sweaty hair and yoga pants

makeup half washed off

and stops when she sees me

But grins and keeps dancing anyway

I don't need your stars

I don't want your fame

I just want you to carry a little piece of me

So when you stand on top of mountains

I'll be right beside you

Unable to climb the cliffs with you

But just as happy when you reach the peak.