sometime 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 honesty"s 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
romance and all its strategy
leaves me battling with my pride
but th
