It's hard really, To fake our emotions, But I had to, For a better, Healthy circle. It's one's past, That shape her present, And her present further, Shape her future. Owe' to his care, Advices and support, Wanted the same, But in control. Fear of losing, Or getting attached, More and more, It's still a dilemma. Feel like hugging, Kissing and resting, Both mind and soul, Under his breath, In his heat. His heartbeat, Singing the love, Rythm of his breath, Dissolving my soul. Longing for the day, That turn us 'one', His hands wrapping, In comfort. Maybe it's just, Fall of infactuation, Or real bond of- Love and affection. Not pretty sure, The only wish, Let he be the one, Looking beyond, Beauty and taste- More than flesh, And sweat, Under the blanket. Still faking oneself, Is the best way, To not get hurt, If life still play, And things go wrong. Faking hurts, But is still, The best way out, Hardest still, Better cope with, Risky future.