the heart longs for more but the person is still unsure
the souls to love, but it doesnt know what of
the war begins to rage, and the sides do engage
but who will win end? whos heart will mend.
feelings clash and choices are made brash
as she rushes head first into the things she doesnt understand
as she moves along to quick, shes begining to feel sick
and she doesnt know who it will be in the end, whos will she pick, which will she grab, which hand
so waiting in the dust, i'll sit here, its a must
until she come for me
and i'll dream of how it was before the storm...
until our love can be.
-By Kevin Edward Kosarych
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