I can't be honest with you.
When our eyes meet a wall goes up,
and I fall to its grandeur.
How can I compete with brick and stone.
Breaking you would crush me,
and there aer too many variables to consider.
I believe in sacrifice,
and I believe someday all things revealed
will clear the path for me to your hear and mind.
I'm afraid of what you become when anger controls you.
When there are ghosts from your past looming on your shoulders,
and whispering in your ears.
I feel that I am no longer talking to you,
but to someone different,
with something I do not understand.
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Against my skin your words bounce.
Against my skin your body wraps me in sin.
Against my skin and I still can't feel.
What is this layer on me?
What is this substance absorbing all these things,
but letting nothing in?
Against my skin you brush by,
only a small touch,
but I feel it all over.
Like a small tidal wave of currents over my body.
Against my skin the weight of the world breaks me,
and I wait to touch you again.
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