Let me in

Out on the wiley, windy lawn
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my appetite:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed food?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my weedy, weedy
Weedy lawn.

Tin-opener, its me - Connie.
Come out. Im so hungry!
Let me in-a-your door.