The Questions
Behind curtains , the audience never sees the truth.
You sit there to observe the facade you’re unaware of
Pretty girls always play the role but it’s you who my heart beats for
Doors remain locked in order to keep pandoras secrets there
I’ve seen them once wish I could let you know
But it would be daisies on Sunday morning laying over me if I did
My mind loves to take over and rewrite the script
I’m trying to get you on stage to play the part
Foolish to not think with my heart
Only then would Roles not be needed
Only then would we not have thirst for lust
Only then could we obtain each others trust
And my only need would be you
What if this isn’t true
And everything turns absurd between us
The risk seems hefty the reward may be worth it
In conflict with myself
It is I who can make decisions no one else
Why can I decide ?
Maybe I’m afraid
Afraid of death ?never.
Afraid of not trying ?always.
But the fear of you surpasses it
The fear of knowing that this can be real the fear to find out how you feel the fear of not knowing of where this can lead to
When I over come it I find you
But what if this isn’t true
Questions that haunt the mind
Questions about if you would be mine.
