Yesterday you said the words
I want to feel for you.
But I could not say them back;
I fear what they can do.
I know it's wrong to judge you
by someone else's sins.
But I still hesitate;
I'm scared to let you in.
These things I feel
aren't the same as what you do.
But hold me a little closer.
Whisper a little longer.
Maybe I'll start to feel it, too.
Hold me a little longer.
Kiss me a little sweeter, too.
The places I keep hidden
are what you most need to see.
Would that I could show you
the secret truth of me.
Every dark corner
has stories from the past.
Oh, if I could tell you,
I might be free at last.
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