spilling out my hurts to you
as if you were into me
I guess I trust the thought of what
sometimes we could be
friendship comes before the kiss
as holding hands shows one
before we know what we have
there goes my soul now won
sometimes to look before you leap
might halt what's make believe
instead my heart goes in a mode
one way only do I see
sometimes good that I recall
what I' am able to feel
if I miss I couldn't share
sometimes what keeps it real
flowetry,*
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