Fear, a sense as powerful as a kiss
A feeling that sets my body in convulse
A power and feeling only he can give
Deep inside my very soul
Two wolves fight, one black, one white
Ripping tarring trying to kill each other
The taste they leave me with is a mixture
Sault and sweat
Blood and chocolate
The reason they fight, I do not know
All I know is I must make a choice
Tell, or dont tell
Either way a consequence will occur
All it comes down to is trust
Can I trust him with this?
Can I trust him with the truth?
The secret I have carried for five years
I always thought he would have been my first
If I could howl to the moon, his name I would
Show him just much he mean's to me
How much I think i may love him?
But its not the fear of his answer
Its the fear of what he would think of me?