Close.

Maybe I could slip back into your heart,
the way I slipped in between your thighs.
Maybe I could hold you again,
but it will be to my surprise.

I am always here,
trying to show you my heart,
but then I hide it well,
out of fear you would tear it apart.

I try to show you how things could be,
through sacrifice and giving,
but if you were not in my life,
then it would hardly be worth living.

If you knew I wrote this now,
you would never want to see me again,
I cannot help the way that I feel,
but I know that I am just a friend.