Furthermore
Furthermore
My feelings grow but still the destination I’ll never know.
I write from the heart even still I find it hard to play the part.
So instead I write from my head still the feelings are dead.
Furthermore,
You clear my head not knowing why this relationship is now do or die.
Furthermore,
The past feelings seep to the present. They soak so deep The feelings brought I no longer sought.
I waited, I stayed true then began to contemplate, I might even be considered irate.
Now since I stayed and played the game furthermore,
You help me fly, you help me soar.
Through and through this time finally brought me to you.
Furthermore I’m glad to say you opened my front door.
-Jarrett Palmer
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