What do I do, the thought running through my head, to do this or that, that is what I said. Somtimes I get so confused, as to what I am to do, do I go for it, or should I stay away, the answers are fused. I reach out my hand, so that you may take it, however recoil it slowly, afraid of the answer I will get. I open my mouth to speak, however slowly close it too, unsure of what to say, covered in a veil of meek. Open my arms, taking only a second to close them too, wanting to show I care, but so confused about what to do. Atleast in my thoughts, and in that special place in my heart, I realize as long as neither of us gives up hope, nor shall we ever be apart. Maybe I can't really speak to you, things aren't the way they used to be, but as long as I know you haven't given up hope either, I know one day we can be together again under a new hue.