Premeditated

What to say about us now

Hindsight leads to wonder how 

History wrote us line-by-line, 

Syntax blurred, yet to define.

To me the truth was always clear,

My hands don't shake when you are near.

With open arms to catch my breath

You rock my anxious soul to rest. 

Yet if I had your love by force,

I'd live a life of deep remorse.

For if I held your heart a way

And fixed it so it’d never sway,

Linger would your sorrow still,

A captive’s scars to never heal.

For friendship leads to lovers true,

But only if you’d choose me too.