Thursday, December 01, 2005
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
I might take you home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicateIt's hard to keep what isn't a secret secret. And if it's not about hiding something, then why is it so hard to be comfortable with telling people the truth; dancing around on eggshells under the watch of curious eyes. I find that I've become fiercely protective of what we have; that I want, no, need to keep what's between us only between us. But sure, from time to time, all this hush is frustrating; from time to time, it'd be nice, to hold your hand in public, to kiss you when I want. But isn't it so that too many have wilted under scrutiny and gossip. I've always been one to advocate the comforts of privacy; after all, only those involved can truly appreciate the delicacy of what's between.
sherry @ 7:12:00 pm
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