SHY
I see you as you cross the street,
every single day.
A kind sweet face I'd like to meet,
but I know you'd shy away.
Oh god, a nutter's what you'd think,
and run away and hide.
We've almost spoke, been on the brink,
but away from you I shied.
Its hard to talk to someone new,
when you're shy, you see.
There are lots of us, we are not few,
but it's harder still for me
I'll never ask you on a date,
no, I'll just wait and see.
One day, if it is my fate
who knows, you may ask me
Copyright Dreambeliever 2001
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