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.
Sometimes I'd like to break you, and drag you to your knees.
Sometimes I'd like to breakthrough and hold you endlessly.
And sometimes when we touch---etc
Romance and all it's strategy, leaves me battling with my pride.
But through the insecurity some tenderness survives.
I'm just another writer still trapped within my truths.
A hesitant prizefighter still trapped within my youth.
And sometimes when we touch
