Shy
Sometimes words flow from my lips like water in a stream.
But more often than not they feel as if they’re sewen up with a seam.
I don’t know why I find it so hard to express myself.
My feelings sometimes stay bottled up like books on a shelf.
So many words to say, but not sure how.
I wish I had the courage to say some of them now.
But I’m still quite shy.
So, if you see me on the street forgive me if I avert my eye.
It’s nothing personal, I’m not trying to be rude.
When you get to know me, I’m told I’m a cool dude.
Getting there may take some time.
But I hope it’s a mountain you are willing to climb.