Wednesday, October 17, 2007
You ask me if I love youAnd I choke on my replyI’d rather hurt you honestlyThan mislead you with a lieAnd who am I to judge youIn what you say or doI’m only just beginningTo see the real youAnd sometimes when we touchThe honesty’s too muchAnd I have to close my eyes and hideI want to hold you till I dieTill we both break down and cryI want to hold you till the fear in me subsidesRomance and all its strategyLeaves me battling with my prideBut through all the insecuritySome tenderness survivesI’m just another writerStill trapped within my truthA hesitant prize fighterStill trapped within my youthAnd sometimes when we touchThe honesty’s too muchAnd I have to close my eyes and hideI want to hold you till I dieTill we both break down and cryI want to hold you till the fear in me subsidesAt times I’d like to break youAnd drive you to your kneesAt times I’d like to break throughAnd hold you endlesslyAt times I understand youAnd I know how hard you tryI watched while love commands youAnd I’ve watched love pass you byAt times I think were driftersStill searching for a friendA brother or a sisterBut then the passion flares againAnd sometimes when we touchThe honesty’s too muchAnd I have to close my eyes and hideI want to hold ya till I dieTill we both break down and cryI want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
Asphyxiated at at 12:11 PM
