Wrote this sometime in early April
I never want to lose my head
I refuse to let my heart fly free
My honest thoughts,
They're just my own
Aware of possibilities
No matter what we say right now
My sword won't bend
My head won't bow
down to one whom won't be there
To catch my tears
To stroke my hair
For I am scared to death, I fear
Since you're the one who'll cause the pain
I hoped would never haunt again,
My soul
And every battered claim
Alone, I face my sole obsession
And this I write, my whole confession
I miss you now. I miss your face
For just most days, my chest does ache
But I may never tell you this
For fear that I am not your wish
And we will keep our first last kiss
A thought.
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