i am afraid to be myself;
what if we turn to stones,
sans warmth and space to breathe,
how am i then to face the mirror?
what if you choose a different path
i was never made to walk on,
how am i then to fare on my own?
what if we were only meant to pass by
and not to stay with one another,
how am i then to look at myself
without seeing your reflection by my side?
i am afraid to show you my all;
what if at the end we’d only crumble into illusions,
how am i then to be myself again?
so darling, please be mine for always.