No delight in our secret,
Nor fear of what it will bring
Crashing around us,
Just feeling myself again
yet different this time,
more mature, life is fragile
and so is my time.
I want to spend it
With someone I love
And enjoy, someone who
Makes me a better person,
The kind of person I always
Wanted to be…but which
One of her, ambitious, domestic?
Suppose I should mold myself
Before letting me give in
to someone else.
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