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.