I can’t tell if I can keep a secret
Looking at you with furtive intentions
The silence I keep is a skillful lie
While the eyes are afraid and ashamed
It’s hard to stay here only to covet
But it’s harder to think revelation
Out of reach the more you’re nearby
The heart knows I’m the one to be blamed
Reticence, synonym of disquiet
A temporary amputation
Of confidence has I need to apply
Myself when affinity has been named
Courage, too scared to quit the closet
Relays on art for this declaration
That if I wouldn’t be short on air supply
‘’You’re my kind’’ would have been proclaimed