My Time

Oh my naive self,
Thinking she was all that,

β€”With each person you meet,
The criteria improve,

Which only makes it all the harder,
For someone to pass the filter,

And that’s the way it should be,
For my time be precious to me πŸ˜„.

πŸŒͺ

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