When she walks into the room
You stare and think of how pretty she is
When she sits beside you
You freeze and think of how lovely she smells
When she talks to you
You zone out and think of how pretty her voice sounds
But
When she walks into the room and sees you staring
She wonders if she looks bad
When she sits beside you and you freeze
She wonders if she's being too close
When she talks to you and you zone out
She wonders if she's boring you
She wonders
She wonders
The life of an insecure girl
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PoetryFirst Place: Poetry ~Writer's Book Awards Third Place: Poetry ~Rose Book Awards Best Story Quote: 1st Runner-Up ~House of Cards/Clubs Poetry, to me, is the release of pent up emotions, bottled up feelings, unspoken words and unvoiced thoughts on pa...