Poem - That Shy Girl

it's wierd to have this feeling back again
that feeling like you don't know what you're doing
the feeling where all you want to be
is noticed by you...for you to see me

i turned into that shy girl again,
that shy girl, that can't say anything
the one you met who cried on you
the one you always told everything

she never left, she's always been here
laying down, staring out, towards the direction of your house
from her window, then she sleeps
sleeps and only dreams of you

"i miss you" she mutters
under her breath as she sighs
"i love you.." she mumbles
as her loneliness, she dienies
she cries,
sometimes
but only when you're gone
because she just wants to say hi
but is scared you wont reply

i turned into that shy girl again,
that girl, that can't say anything
the one you met who cried on you
the one who told you everything

she never left, she's always been here
laying down, staring out, towards the direction of your house
from her window, and wimpers, then she sleeps
sleeps and only dreams of you...and me

"dance with me" she laughs, she puts on her shoes
ready to skip out the door, but knowing she'll always lose
because of a choice she cannot choose
because some things are too painful to work through

she worries too much, worries about you
she loves you so much, everyone knows its true
she doesn't want to complain,
but she longs only for you

the passion in her surpasses wildflowers
ripping through wind like telephone wires
the sounds of ghosts in night don't mourn like her
against the wall, no one would die like her

because she knows no one can love you like her
not even an angel could fly past where her butterflies take her
because your eyes are her heaven, and life is her hell
without you with her, there's no story to tell

i turned into that shy girl again,
that girl who's scared of everything
the one you met who cried on you
the one who, for you, will do anything

she never left, she's always been here
laying down, staring out, towards the direction of your house
from her window, and wishes, then she sleeps
sleeps and only dreams of us to be
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