I'M S-H-Y, H-I Poem by Louis Borgo

I live with the a grim like ailment to the disability,
Like a kite to a bear,
Will I ever reach such heights…?
I'm shy hi! ! !

Something that bring live to nonfiction character,
Like a swimming pool of salt and liquor but that's not me,
So why play the script…..
Hi im shy! ! ! !

To bitter to be ate able,
Too sweet to be that apple,
But my favorite apple is sour,
Now that is sweet…

Like savage weather,
To a mate of a stale kiss,
Dusk to a magician
"Eyes of an angel"
I sware im s-h-y…

But you know the funny part is for some reason,
Girls luv to hear me talk due I speak with an ascent or something,
Lol,
Hi I am shy,