Fingers calloused to the bone,
he plays his guitar
as a getaway.
Quiet eyes that you lose yourself in
you see the beauty
that he thinks goes unnoticed.
Scared as a mouse
that boy stole your heart
and yet he doesn’t even know it.
A timid mouth,
he thinks before he speaks.
A mysterious confidence
hidden behind a shyness
you don’t understand.
He’s the boy you think
you’ve always needed
but you’re too
scared,
just as he is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so very beautiful.