under these clothes

i can change the clothes i wear
and promise i'll always be there
but underneath it all
i still bleed like you
and only we know it's not fair

i could talk to you so sweet
and show you how good love should be
but underneath it all
i still look like you
and right now that's all you can see

i know you want me to walk away
but you didn't fight this yesterday
but underneath it all
i know it still hurts you
to see me smiling back each day

because i could count these stars
and tell you i love you that far
but underneath it all
you know i'm just like you
and that's how afraid you are

Author's Note

I fully appreciate reviews, especially when they tear apart my work in an attempt to make it better. Rip, tea, break it down. Tell me how you do not like it, how to make it better. I want your opinion. Truly.

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

That is so sweet.
I think this is a great confession of a noble kind of love.
Great work.

A.M.