To look and really see you is to know that you are hiding. where do you go when I look for you? How am I to follow one who does not want to be followed? The pain is there yet it is blanketed by a mask that you put on for all to see. I want to be the one you let see the real you. Let me hold you. Let me love you. Let me in. You don't have to hide anymore. I have my secrets also. I will let you see me, I will let you love me, I will let you in. I need to be held, loved and found. Take off the mask that you hide behind and I will take mine off. |