You ask me,
If you could be anywhere,
Where would it be and why.
I reply with,
In your arms,
Because it's my favorite place to be.
But what I don't tell you,
I don't tell you
That you feel like home.
I don't tell you
How I want you.
Instead I sit by,
And watch as you laugh with her,
Kiss her,
Watch as she makes you smile,
Watch as you hold her.
And no,
I don't tell you.
I don't tell you how much it hurts.