Do I show you, Do I show you,
Do I know you, Do I know you,
Show and tell, then run and hide,
Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.
They match the pounding in my head
I welcome the words left unsaid.
Cicadas are chirping,
Time is running low,
I’m dying to open up to you,
But I’m afraid you’ll know.
Enjoy this moment,
Soon this will pass,
Leaving me with a cherished a memory,
I’ll add it to my collection of the past.