Me standing here, right before you Filled my head with words the whole day Now wishing my mind could keep any What can I do? What could I say?
Shy and insecure like seldom before As you keep staring at me with big eyes I´m standing, while my mind rushes to the door To escape, accepting my defeat
Situation gets worse as I try to smile Looking to the ground right before us Getting mad about my nervous anxiety I´m burning in shame and dying in silence
My agony slowly releases the visible The little details that are obvious for us As you smile towards me with warm sympathy Curious about what I hide from you.
A bouquet of flowers for my dearest birthday Selected and prepared with all my love for her Forgetting the minutes of my solitude As you shrug your arms around me to kiss
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
birthdays follow old rituals, but men sometimes get insecure when they want to carry out these traditions. ;-)
Comments (1)
or did you think I was talking about the flowers?