Weeping Willow

I am too shy to hold eye contact with men

I still see myself as that strange girl 

With odd interests

And a vivid inner world

I am not keen to fitting in

I have not once been trendy

So it is hard to meet and greet

And allow someone to sweep me off my feet

I am a weeping willow that will sing to you in the quiet of the storm

I prefer you sit under me 

And slowly, deform

Until you are as grounded and naked as I am

Like a kitten, loud noises and vibrant displays scare me lately

I am more myself at night 

Luminated by the star lights

When the city is less busy

And I've had some wine in me

I know at this rate

Many will pass me by

But I hang on to hope that one day

Someone will properly take the time

To learn the ways of the weeping willow