Shy

So many times it's a curse to be shy,
letting so many opportunities pass you by,
Just because you cannot speak,
Way to mousy way too meek.
 
I sat there in the hallway lights,
keeping you always in my sight,
never letting you out of view,
too scared and unable to approach you.
 
But you hold my heart in the palm of your hands,
Please don't misunderstand,
I am not a stalker I don't think your mine,
But I can't stop wishing you were holding me tight.
 
You could be my perfect match,
But unfortunately here's the catch,
You've never seen me as you passed me by,
I blend with the walls, Way too shy.

Reviews

[Muse]

It's painful for me to admit how much I can relate to this. It sickens me to think about what all I was too scared to do. Cared too much about what others thought, too insecure. Nicely penned my friend.

My story :) Awesome.

[nevermindfan1991]

I have felt this way all the time. I'm shy and when I did have crush I always thought like this, always felt like this. I also love the mood it captures, the other reviewer is rights, its pretty angst ridden! But I like angst and I would like to write with such ferocity. Good job!

[Ruby Moon]

ouch...
"I blend with the walls, Way too shy."
i think we all been there once or another
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[George Love]

Sounds almost like a teen angst poem! This is well done, cleanly written and had a nice flow to it.