Tempo flare
the beats start slow
to your eyes I stare
vivid imagery takes me there
as the steady beats
increase

I get lost there 
and dream of your hand
as it glides across my cheek
pulling me close, our lips meet
and together our heart beats
increase

Just in time to meet reality there
snap back. your eyes find me
(the beats increase)
to where can I look away?
because at the end of the day
I’m just too scared
and now you found me there

Truth is I’d rather cling to these as dreams
I’d rather feel the race in my heart
and dream of your touch
and long for your lips.
I’d rather keep it a secret
than to step out and meet it
the truth – is it?

Let the beats
cease

This memory will go unshared
living only in my heart 
and in the eyes to which I stare
Because at the end of it all
I’d rather run
than to take a chance on love
or better yet, on losing it.
this is the truth, or is it?