The Wait to Win
Your heart close to mine but you’re so far away
Whenever we meet, even a second’s glance, it’ll make a perfect day
But these chances are few and far in between, much to my dismay
What’s worse, the presence of someone close added into the fray
So intricate, so delicate, the situation that I’m in
Fair lady’s heart, a comrade’s nod, both I have to win
I step one foot back, watch from afar, as I’ve always been
Patiently I’ll wait for the right time for my heart to come clean
notyet
resolute at 3:09 PM
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