In the office, I'm a tightrope walker supreme,
Confident strides across the wire of work,
But in matters of the heart, I lose my gleam.
Each day I scale new heights in my career scheme,
My balance never falters, I never shirk,
In the office, I'm a tightrope walker supreme.
Yet personal life feels like a distant dream,
Where uncertainties and doubts tend to lurk,
But in matters of the heart, I lose my gleam.
Professional meetings, I navigate the beam,
But dating apps leave me feeling like a clerk,
In the office, I'm a tightrope walker supreme.
Family worries echo like a silent scream,
"When will you find love?
"The question's irk,
But in matters of the heart, I lose my gleam.
Perhaps one day I'll master this dual theme,
Walk the line of life without a quirk,
In the office, a tightrope walker supreme,
In love, no longer losing my heart's gleam.
About the Creator
Winry
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