You ask me if I love you
and I chocked on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
than mislead you with a lie
and who am I to judge you
in what you say or do
I'm only just beginning
to see the real you.
( I'd never ask you, but I wish to know the true answer from you )
and sometimes when we touch
the honestys too much
and I have to close my eyes and hide
I want to hold you till I die
till we both breakdown and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
( Sometimes we get close to each other, I've closed my eyes and hide myself from the truth and I broken down and cried, if I got the chance to hold you, the fear in my will gone forever )
romance and all its strategy
leaves me battling with my pride
but through all the insecurity
some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
still trapped within my truth
a hesitant fighter
still trapped within my youth
( I'm battling myself to improve bcz of romance, jealousy owns me thats what insecure me, I'm writing my own fake story which hiding the truth within my youth )
and sometimes when we touch
the honestys too much
and I have to close my eyes and hide
I want to hold you till I die
till we both breakdown and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
( Sometimes we get close to each other, I've closed my eyes and hide myself from the truth and I broken down and cried, if I got the chance to hold you, the fear in me will gone forever )
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the love I'd in me is irrisistable, no matter it had been ages or centuries, yet I'm still in it and never change. why? the answer is obvious but I hope that I'll never lie to myself with that answer.
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