I dare not hold you for long, for fear that the thing i most dread would come true;
say please, take it, then i'll run away before you can even react.
I fear that, perhaps one day i would end up being so accustomed that when you are gone, i cannot cope;
like the oasis that was but a mirage, so fleeting you that dont even get to wonder if things really happened. So fickle and wavering that i cannot grasp.
I fear that, we're so alike,
and maybe


this resemblance shall be our ultimate downfall.