I sit here
So close
To the burning coal.
It's closer to me
Than I'm to you.
I cannot touch it.
I cannot touch you.
Yet I so want
To touch this.
This burning desire
This charcoal red.
It would burn me
It would destroy you.
Should I yet let you burn?
Do I watch you in pain?
Tell me innocent love.
Do I get to hurt you?
And still be
able to sleep
On those lonely night?
Maybe this is selfish.
Yes this is selfish.
I'm being selfish here.
For you love.
This is new to you.
This path smiles at me.
You're too innocent
To be hurt
To go through this.
Remember!
At all our pauses
I did not want
A thing more
Than your
Uncertain smile.
