I let myself be held in your arms,
something so new.
After a minute or two
I was addicted, I held on for dear life to you.
I laid my head on your shoulder, wrapped
my arms around you so tight,
(of course, the feeling to run, I had to fight)
In a sense, I didn't ever want to let go,
I didn't want to be alone, I was feeling so low.
I held on to you, you held me
so lovingly, so gently.
I wanted to weep, wrecklessly cry in your arms,
let my poisoned tears fall onto
your body of charm.
But I didn't, I just held on, looked at us,
our surroundings,
then smiled, at the sound of two hearts
loudly pounding.
