Silent feelings in the dark,
You've lit a flame inside my heart.
I watch, I wish, but cannot start;
I'm catching feelings, right from the start.
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like—
To be somebody's somebody,
To be someone's first choice,
To be chosen daily,
To be someone's tranquility in the world's noise.
To be yours.
Feelings I can't confess,
Because I'd rather lose my chance than to lose you.
Perhaps it is the best,
And the only way to stay in view.
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"To be chosen daily, " and to choose daily! Important life elements!