Love Scene

Dissecting every little microscopic word you say Trying to navigate through the waves of how you think Piecing together shared remnants of your past Am I the first, will I be the last!? Old insecurities come surging in Like an unexpected thunder storm Tell me, am I any closer to understanding you? Am I hot or cold to finally unearthing your distant heart? I know I tend to cling, I know I can agitate at times But please don't let your love for me turn to hate It's not too late to negate the past Let's just hold each other tight Like a love scene from our past.