I shut myself and hide away
It begins to drive me insane
My thoughts grow stonger as with my heart
The one thought in my mind is true, yet confusing
I think of nothing else yet everything else
I'm lost in a transition of emotions
Each passing moment it grows and it feels ever more true
If love can be as your heart predicts why cant the mind process it?
The rambling of a dumb teen or the affection of a true soul?
One thing to be wished, just one kiss, to find the truth
Wich will it be? True love's intent or life's little game?














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