These Things Take Time.
It's Always the beginning,that takes me by suprise.
It takes hold, doesn't let go.
I feel suffocated.
Until,
About half way through the day,
I tell you all the time,
It brightens my day.
Even when it seems as though
Nothing, or no one could.
That feeling so Lovely,
So treasured by me.
It means a lot, as you may not have seen.
That hidden feeling i secretly adore.
It's been a while.
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