Truth

I laugh at you sometimes to hide
the sad truth that I keep inside:
That all you are and will always be
is a person far to good for me. 
It's true


I laugh at all your silly words
and tell you they are for the birds,
When really I can't fathom how
you're mind is mine at least for now
It's true


I laugh at how you love me so,
and mean yes when I tell you no
When you ask if I'll be true
and if I will always love you
I do.


I laugh at my own selfishness
for keeping you under duress
You deserve to lovingly
be loving someone more than me
It's true. 


I treasure every moment I
hold you captive by my side,
And hope that my trickery
will keep you here wanting me
You know I can't deny
that every time I close my eyes 
I see you.