Saturday, March 6, 2010

sometimes when we touch

You ask me if I love you
and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
than mislead you with a lie
and who am I to judge you
on what you say or do
I'm only just beginning to see the real you
and sometimes when we touch
the honestly too much
and I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you till I die
till we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

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