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"hey, there he is..."
My heart told me this
I turned like I was used
He looked at me confused

I blocked his way
and he'd look at me with gay
It's so frequent
That I can't forget the current

He sung songs to me
Tunes that made me sleep soundly
I slept hearing his voice
And then, he woke m up as his own choice

It's quite childish
But he never forgets to cherish
He seemed to have no ambition
But I know he has his own notion

Like a child prodigy once told me
That love was a war
Easy to start
But hard to part

Is this a war I begun?
Or just a friendship with someone?
It's way too close
I hope it's the way I chose...