Friends?

Before the year ends,
And while the sun ascends,
I want us to be more than,
Just being close friends.

And while we pursue our dreams,
It\'s just more than it seems,
Your voice echoes in screams,
While I break at the seams.

Like wrong words that rhyme,
I find you and I collide,
As I find why we abide,
I\'m sitting by your side.