My soaring mind
I feel so blind
Not knowing what the future holds
Moving forward whatever truth unfolds
Feeling so scared
Not knowing we cared
Ever moving forward, pushing ahead
Wondering what's in each others head
Never really shown
Whether feelings have grown
Patiently awaiting for the timing to be right
So that our feelings can bloom and take flight
Confusion all around
I hear the chiming sound
Take it one day at a time
Till it's no longer a crime
Truely best of friends
We remain as always till our ends
Our hands we'll always hold
Togther as we grow old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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