holding back what i'm strong enough to still a little seeps out when i exhale it's hard enough to say that i love you by the time i can admit it, i hope your feelings haven't grown stale
my skin is so pale where your hands have not touched your fingers leaving a light-red trail i blush; for you it doesn't take much
around my heart your hand does clutch you travel in circles in my mind you're struggling with this problem as much as i do you love me? oh, if mercy could be so kind.