I look at you,
Hoping you'll see me too.
Wondering in time
When I'll be at my prime.
Sitting there lonely
When you speak only.
Yet I am too shy,
So only my eyes pry.
If I could just talk,
Not be stopped by a block.
I would shove
To be you're true love.
But here I am
Wanting to scram.
You reassure me
That I am not wee.
I'll stay here awhile,
Only under the shadow of your Smile.
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Author's Note:
I've been gone for awhile, I know, but it's been hectic. This poem is actually apart of a very short story I wrote about a girl who goes to a weekly poetry slam and confesses that she likes the man who organizes it. Hope you enjoyed. What's your favorite part?
Till next time,
Serenity
