Lored

More than before.
On the inside of the door.
Emotions pour.
Plucked like chords.
Musically born.
Attitide no longer pore.
Nor is the head sore.
Inward im lored.
Heart never to hit the floor.
Feelin the score.
The opposite of a bore.
Openly on tour.
Down to selfs core.
In the middle of a roar.
Waves splash on luv's shore.
At one with the award.
Of givin me im so sure....

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