I have a difficult time saying, Awkward.
And it's not easy to spell.
It isn't forward, or backward,
'Oh! That was awkward, ' the dupped say.
'He's awkward, but will grow into those feet, ' quipped the coach.
Then I met you again,
Awkward was hardly enough to define the moment.
And, months later, I'm still awkward near you.
I need to touch your hand, purposefully,
To get over this awkwardness, because
I don't see it in your eyes,
Or hear it in your voice.
We don't have time for awkwardness;
A word so onomatopoeic,
It's awkward saying it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem