What's Before Me All Along

        She's no longer my sweetest friend,
         feelings of knowing there must be
     something more, something invades my mind
                      sparks..
        Never end eched onto my brain
      luring me, I'm certain, sure
     continually, she sees me as her lover...
isn't it all so extra-ordinary how things- Greatfull
matters of a heart, turn-out from friend to, my love
   at such a time of troubles, to when it's...
                    O' so right...

      Before, I was full of more heart-akes of nowhere
       clinging to emptiness along love found or lost
    ready to be alone with life, endless fear so near
        once fond souls, and now greatfull for...
              what's before me all along

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