Face To Face

We are face to face and there so many things I could say but I keep quiet. I wouldn't want to mess our little arrangement up you know start a riot. So I stomp out the fire that burns in me like a ciggarette on concrete. But the damage is already done. So when I sigh it's me slowly trying to swallow what's dying to get to the surface. Sometimes I think my heart does this stuff to me on purpose. I need, I want, I am... I battle with wanting you everyday. I'd give anything to bury these feelings, you know put it down to lay. But we are who we are and I feel what I feel. I dora explorer discovered you but I can never explore your feilds. Face to face. The things I cannot say.