We skate
hand in hand
knowing that if we let go,
we will slip and fall down
and not knowing
if we will get up again.
Hold me tighter
and don't ever let me go
and let your "forever" really be forever.
I think.
But forever is a long time
and maybe by the time it has passed
we will be tired of each other
and you will realize at last
that I really am who I say I am--
boring and selfish and desperate for attention--
and not your lovely mask of perfection.
Or maybe you will see
but you will still love me?
Still care for me--
is it possible?
I want to believe.
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