Topic: Our Secret
Our Secret. Phill Williams. 7th January 2014.
I held out my hand when my mind set out screaming.
I don't ask for help `till I'm just about drowning.
I hate to feel weak, I am strong, I have courage.
Don't judge me, I beg, but my hand needs your holding.
They call me “aloof” for I don't need they're gossip.
They make up such lies and they think they are prophets.
They put people down, make them look fools and cretins.
They don't know I can see that they are the idiots.
Hold my hand, now. Hold my heart in your aura.
Hold my breath, shallow. Hold my thoughts in your manner.
Hold me, protect me. My life is your ward.
As you are my lover, my friend, and my sword.
I will protect you as you need protecting.
As I need support, give me all never ending.
I hold out my hand knowing you will receive it.
And there lies the secret. Discreet... yet, our secret.