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Stuck thinking all about you.
Trapped in the past, that i once knew.
Locked inside myself, so tightly,
my heart trying to hide me.

Remembering the day we met,
something that hasnt happened yet.
Meeting a friend for the first time,
becoming close, who knows?
We may become good friends,
or maybe one day, a realationship,
will begin.

Maybe this is a start, to a new chapter,
in the storybook, that is my own.
Maybe this is just a novel,
or maybe its a series.

Wondering how this story, will un-fold,
will it continue, and will i let it be sold?
Or will I let the pen roll, and the pages burn,
in the flame, of yesturday?

Pondering the thoughts i call my own,
what do i think will happen?
Im not a fortune teller, i can not
predict the future, but im a believer,
and i believe, that life will deliever.

What ever may happen,
when the day comes, that we shall meet,
we will see, what becomes of you and me.
No one knows, what the future will hold,
anything can happen, anything can change,

we may be taken, we make be not,
we may be thinking, we may be listening,
we may be talking, we may be ignoring,
we may be friends, we may be more.
we may be lovers, we may be nothing.
we may be, what ever we may be,
we will be forced, to wait and see.

But when the time comes, and we see,
we will go, where ever it takes you and me.
Togeather, or apart, near or far,
lord only knows where our hearts are.

We will see, what happens between you and I,
this may be friendship, this may be love,
this may be something that is a mystery from above.
But what ever it is, and turns out to be,
we will be standing near, and in waiting to see.