Sometimes I question what I feel
Sometimes I doubt your words are real
My default instincts to protect
My heart kicks in, just to deflect
Potential chances to be hurt
By firing words that deeply cut
A harden mask, cold, I project
To save a heart full of defects
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Sometimes my heart melts at your touch
And whilst you're gone, you're missed so much
Sometimes my world feels dark and cold
When you're not there for me to hold
Sometimes I fear to be without
You in my life, your love devout
Sometimes I let go of my fears
And feel glad that you're here and near
Copyright © 2014 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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