ScaredI'm scared.I'm scared that the night we made love,our protection wasn't strong enough.I'm scared to go out and buy a pregnancy testbecause I don't want to know the answer.I'm scared that my medical condition isjust messing with me, causing my period to be late.I'm scared that if it so ends up positive,that you'll leave me behind, looking elsewhere.I'm scared.
never alonecount the lonely starsas they mock the blind nightwith their shimmerand remember,you're never alone.
to dream of a pirate lifesing me a sea shantybefore I fall asleepand dreams of adventureI shall have.you'll be the captainand I, your secret lover,will wait day and nightfor your arrival.our love is worth morethan the treasureyou'd pillage in a lifetime,worth more than pure gold.we'll make up our own talethat'll be told to generationsand we'll be rememberedforever.
one for me, one for youhallelujah, hallelujah...the vinyl in my sister's roomplays a song just loud enoughfor us to hear the melodyand for you to hum along.your faith was strong,but you needed proof...we're laying my twin sized bed,your naked body stuck to mineand i can't help but to cry,always worried you'll leave.strand by strand,you play with my hair,uttering sweet nothingsinto my neck over the tune.and from your lipsshe drew the Hallelujah...the house is quietexcept for that song,which is on repeat,and my being is calm.he leans over into my earand whispers "i love you";i lean over into his earand whisper back "i loveyoumore".
play some tug-of-war with lovethese new emotions tug on my mentalityas though growing up is a game of tug-of-warand i'm about to fall into a pile of mud,losing my grip on everything i knew about love.it no longer waits for Valentine's Dayto be expressed through fake flowers andbitter chocolate, but rather happens dailythrough understanding and patience of another.yes, pleasure is feeling one's skin brushagainst yours while the mind produces hormones;yes, pleasure is learning that your flawsmean nothing to another - to them, you're perfect.these new emotions tug on my mentalitybecause growing up is a game of tug-of-warand falling deeply in loveis only the beginning of a new adventure.