My mind knows things

but my heart won’t listen

My friends tell me no

but your face screams yes

I belief in this thing called love

this thing you aren’t capable of

I’d like to lie to myself about it too,

all to disguise how much I love you.

Being with you is like going to a masquerade,

at first I’m nervous, a bit afraid.

But soon I notice I do not have to be,

We are hiding, even though it’s just you and me.