Clandestine
Somewhere we walk the line
An affair where lovers find
The clandestine
Forgive me for what I’ve left behind
My hurt, my heal, my pride
They said beauty should be enough
But
It isn’t if you truly knew me
Not if we ever touch
Not if we ever feel alive
I found freedom in your lips
When you whisper the promises
We keep concealed
Like callouses
In my palms
Waiting to be revealed
Before too long
Before we lie remiss
Side by side, holding hands
Grasping on to someone who understands
What this is to fall
I no longer want to hurt
I no longer want to hide
I can't
I just want you to unearth
These feelings I have buried so deep inside
Forgive me for what I’ve left behind
My hurt, my heal, my pride
They said beauty should be enough but
It isn’t if you truly knew me
Not if we ever touch
Not if we ever feel alive
I found freedom in your lips
And now our love
No longer has to be so clandestine.
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