nisam piranha...ali ponekad grizem

You ask me if I love you, and I choke on my reply... I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie. And who am I to judge you , on what you say or do? I'm only just beginning to see the real you...
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much, and I have to close my eyes and hide. I wanna hold you til I die, til we both break down and cry. I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides...
Romance and all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride, but through the insecurity some tenderness survives... I'm just another writer still trapped within my truth, a hesitant prize fighter still trapped within my youth... 
I'd like to break you and drive you to your knees. At times I'd like to break through and hold you endlessly... At times I understand you and I know how hard you've tried, I've watched while love commands you and I've watched love pass you by... At times I think we're drifters, still searching for a friend. A brother or a sister but then the passion flares again..
(Dan Hill)