I sit next to you,
Waiting for a sign.
Not sure what to do with my hands,
Or the thoughts inside my head.
If I act too soon,
I could lose what we have.
If I don't act at all,
I could lose what could be.
I am living a lie, one I want you to know.
I am content with where we are.
If there is the possibility of more,
Would you tell me?
Are you holding out on me?
Proudly pretending nothing is wrong?
I cannot hold out on you much longer.
Soon I will tell you how I feel.
If you feel the same, we can stay out all night,
Just like we do now, but closer.
We can hold hands, and I can finally feel,
What it is like in your arms.
Am I crazy for feeling this way,
Or am I holding onto a false hope that,
Somewhere, deep inside,
You love me, like I love you.