Slow and Steady

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You say you operate logically
Emotion is dead to you
My first thought was
Damn I want to be like you
But as time passes I realize neither is true
You hide behind a mask
Afraid to show that side of you
The truth is hidden in the details you reveal
Quite possibly subconsciously
I see through it all
I'm determined to break you out
I want to be the one to climb your wall
I've already lived that truth
Unable to be vulnerable
But I broke that barrier
When I met you
I'm patient and I'll put in the work
Just don't have me waiting for nothing
I wasn't interested in meeting anyone new
Until I started talking to you
I still have some fears
It just seems worth it now
The only problem I have is the lack of seeing you
I knew from the start what I was getting
I just never expected to care the way I do
It's hard to connect on the phone
I listen more than I speak
I want to know every part of you
You've never been treated like royalty
Let this lady show you
What it's like to be a king
You just have to let me set your heart free
Slowly but surely, I hope to be
That faceless woman in your dream
Slow and steady wins the race
I’m getting used to this new pace


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