Sometimes, some wonder
But I wonder always
What if I were not what you think I am?
What if I chose to be honest?
What if I show you the face that I see everyday
Reflected in your hazel eyes,
The eyes which are forests in which I find myself lost.
What will happen if there by you I am found?
I wonder then,
Will those very eyes even glance my way?
Or worse, would they then ever turn away?
Believe me, beloved
My heart yearns for you to discover it
But it is too afraid to lose what it has stumbled upon,
Too afraid, alas,
To hold on to what was never its!
You know how hearts work.
Forever in doubt to start or not,
Forever unsure, until they finally stop.
There is so much you don’t know,
Or you know differently.
My guilty conscience has fed you beautiful lies
Which your eager heart devoured whole.
What if I now chose to be honest?
These what-ifs are my greatest fears,
And my greatest dreams.
For losing you would mean being free.
The choice is hard,
And it will always seem wrong.
So, consider me a dream
And wake up, please.
