Tension fills the humid air around,
While hormones work in overdrive,
And your shaky palms start to sweat.
Your voice goes up a pitch or two,
Even cracking as you stutter out.
Heat rises to your crimson cheeks
As you turn to look the other way,
And you wish you could be elsewhere.
Or you could be nowhere at all, really,
Just to be away from here and now...
You sigh as your shoulders slump in defeat,
As you squirm and fiddle, trying to ignore
The heavy, awkward atmosphere around you.
YOU ARE READING
Daisies & Lightning
PoesíaSmall, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.
