
When 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.
May be the honesty’s too much and I have to close my eyes and try to hide.
You always say “ I’m yours” and I feel it.
I trust of you, some tenderness survives.
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subside.
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry.
At time I’d like to break it and drive it to my knees.
At time I’d like to break thru and hold you endlessly.




