You ask me if I love you,

and I choked 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 fears in me subside.

Romance and all its strategies,

leave me battling with my pride.

But through the insecurities,

some tenderness surves.

I am just another writer,

still trapped within my truth;

a hesitant prize fighter,

still trapped within my youth.

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 fears in me subside.

At times I’d like to break you,

and drive you to your knees;

at times I’d like to break through,

and hold you endlessly.

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 fears in me subside.