You Tell Me
The way we have held each other for so long, I do not know whether it was love or compulsion. Seems like yesterday but what can I say? Days, months, years are just numbers. Tell me, is it the strength or is it the fear? Can it be without them or do we need both? Am I making sense? You tell me. Words born from the brain Should we believe them or should we treat them like a newborn? You tell me.