Quilts of Cotton

I'm afraid of my fear
that every drastic move I make
will change the world before my eyes
and I'll be frozen still
petrified and unable to keep a grip on gravity.

Hold on reality,
don't let my mind drift
don't confuse me with emotions and passing days.
I'm scared that I might turn my head,
and lose what's better while looking to find a better way.

Searching forever for a path
the one? That's never existed.

So tell me where you run when you've ran too far away,
when you pray to see the fog,
a simple sign of existence
to give you hope for day.

My secret? I'm afraid to keep it.
My secret. I'm afraid to let it slip.
My secret is that I can't love you,
I can't loosen your grip.

The one my soul is fighting for
to keep within your hands
The heart that doubts the love at all
unsure of where it stands.

Hush my tear stained lips of red
and soften every scream
Pretend you know who's name remains
the fourth word in your dreams

It could just be I fear the end
of what I see ahead
Afraid of wrinkling satin sheets
I never make the bed

Quilts of cotton tuck me in,
but I can never sleep
Sharing secrets with myself
while hearts play hide and seek.