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Love, it comes for me

Late night awake
On the edge of the bed
Tired and worn
Sitting alone
Hand on my head

Thinking of
Wonderous ways to love
What if I
Maybe if
One day
Starts my thoughts

Then I am caught

Dancing alone in the midnight
Knowing I should be sleep
Sharing a moment with someone that isn't there
Love, it comes for me

Tired as I am
No good sleep
Taking my time driving in
Radio stations playing a song
I feel it
It sinks right in

I want to feel
What she just sang
Something different
Make me feel free
I have to snap out of it
Love, it comes for me

In the market
On my way home
I see the two
Holding hands and talking
Shopping and walking
Smiling and passing on through

I imagine
From his point of view
If I could be him
What would I do
Knowing that it could change in an instant
Things we take for granted
Every opportunity
Seeds so late being planted
I shake it off and mind my business
Let those poor folks be
Just like that
Love, it comes for me

Thoughts to page
Page to site
Site to others
Fuel
Ignite
Burn in my mind
Forever let it be
Love, it comes for me
Written by Jabbo
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