Lost...
I look at you with a need
A need to tell you my true feelings
A need to show you how I feel
I erdge to touch you
I erdge to run my hands
Through your short black hair
And down along your tattooed strong arms
But I’m useless
Too shy to even talk
Sometimes I just freeze when I look at you
Oh what is this shy girl to do?
When all she wants to do is be happy along beside you
But not just as a friend
or even a work mate
but as your lover or even soul mate
Yet this girl asks for nothing
But she wants it all
She’s too afraid to tell you
And too afraid to risk it all
she fears if she tells you
she will lose you once and for all
So she'd rather have little
Then nothing at all
but how long must this girl be by herself
left alone upon this shelf
knowing she loves you
but she's too shy to tell
being tormented going through hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem