wereabouts

-- I re-read each message, as if it were new -- You make me think of things, I had thought, I'd long outgrew -- Like a seeping dampness, slowly from within -- You envelope my heart, like guilt from a sin -- My only hope, is that you feel it too -- You occupy my thoughts -- To the point, my every plan is around you -- It's too early to say, I love you lots -- T'was a blessing for me -- T'was a heart ache at first -- Then bitter, now sweet -- A pill, hard to swallow -- Yet, now all I do, is dream of tomorrow~