Special Thing

We hang out every day,

my thoughts for him never go away.

We have one thing in common,

a  special thing.

A special thing, we do together.

This special thing, falls from my pocket,

falling, tumbling at its free will.

As it falls my ears fill with echoe's

did he hear?, i hope not.

I pretend i don't have it today.

But as he looks in my eyes

he knows everything, all lies.

I look into his, he can see my fear

fear of losing him

as i did before.

Its like an all out war

a war of my heart.

Which has been ripping, and tearing

from the start.

But this special thing, keeps us together

no one can know.

Is it really worth letting people know?

To tell people?...or let him go?

My mind blanks with an answer,

im sick of hiding the truth

everyone needs to know.

Know the thing we do,

my head fogs over again.

In his presence i can see

I will never let this be