Icy finger tips extended outward, should I?

Should I take ahold of such gentle masculine palms

drawn out towards me and bring them to my chest so heartedly?...but instead

I look downward, afraid to meet your profound gaze

because even you know I'm a liar

That if you keep reaching out  I'll eventually

take your palms symetrically onto mine for I'm afraid to be left behind 

even if its not him who's reaching out to me...to me.

Yet theres a confident smile at your lips

that reassures this scared pounding sweet disposition

and I start to wonder should I?

Should I put my lips to your mouth, and awaken a new ache?

Should I accept the genuince running through your words

as you presuade my heart to give it a try? Should I?

Should I stop running, trying to catch a back that never turns and for once

look behind me at you, the sincere person full of affection waiting for me, for me

just a little further down the path I've been jogging.

The path that he and I never crossed, the path that you and I crossed.

Should I? Should I give you a try?