It's almost as though the sun knows our secrets,
And the moon our tears.
It only goes to show that
Secrets only surface when followed by tears.
And what if we're scared?
We build houses, silently tucked away,
Remain inside all night and day.
I'll admit I'm scared -
And I'll build my own **** house
Out of half-assed smiles,
And half-assed eyes.
I wonder if you wouldn't step inside?
No really,
I'm begging you -

Don't let me hide.