The Shape We Made

He may be strong But he will not hold my gaze For very long His pretty eyes Will soon grow tired I'll look away Before his looks have time to die I missed a trick Or two, or three I will remain missing Whilst you're missing me He may be brave I'll get him lying down And you can break his ways For I left but once More times I stayed You hold me stronger now Than all the while I remained I missed a trick It would not do I will remain missing Whilst I'm missing you I miss the shape We used to make I miss your breath I used to take I miss the hands That held me in place They kept me still With all they gave They sent me away Still I am but what they made