Some people are really shy. When you meet those people for the first time, their shyness shines through.

wilted shyness
insurmountable odds
spiral out of control
in a righteous kind of way

I think

then tight lipped moments
wash away with the tide
as if nothing happened
during the night
as one slept
quietly

I think
I know
I dreamnt
as I slept

yet my shyness
continues
to glow

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  • willie wondka on Sep 6, 2009

    i think shyness is a form of innocence.good poem.

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