Call me.

Yes, I care,
and I know, it's a pain
afterall;
You want nothing of sorts
and no counsel adorned.
But I'm watching your eyes
whether you hide
or you lie,
and I'm waiting to see
if tears fall from the dry.
If you're ready to cry
and let love flow,
despair,
I'll be waitiing so patiently,
just please tell, do dare.
And if strength is a virtue
and you wish to remain
a solid-strong statue,
I'll hug, no complaints.
But annoyance or not,
I'm here all along,
so that moment you need me,
or someone,
do call.