Reticence, my usual
self, I keep thinking
Animated movements,
I get launched into
With your Hi, wassup
My own company, my
preferred time
Fave time has become
your company
With your clock
Indifferent to
world, my demeanor
Left Caring for
every speck of sense
With your presence
My Self-control, my
pride for long
Keys to my smiles in
your hand
With you not being
aware
Impatience, my
hallmark
Now allowing every
delay in the world
With you causing to
wait
My pattern,
unguessable
The formula now is
deciphered
With your tantrums
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