hiding from the ones that would do us harm
stealing quick kisses when there backs are turned
hoping they will not see the way we glance at each other.

hiding from our parents
scared of what they would say.
of what they would think.
of how they would react.

hiding in the dark
warm kisses when we are alone
the quickening of breath when someone walks by the door
the rushed attempt to calm our racing hearts.

hiding the hurt
I feel when I can't see you.
or when I found out about he pain
you where hiding from me

hiding the tears I want to shed
because I want to tell my mother but
her words hang over my head like a dark cloud
"if you where in love with someone" she said.
"I would never let you spend the night at there house and vice versa".

and so I hide in tell I know
I'm strong enough to tell her
in tell We are  strong enough to tell Them.