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,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
confession? or proxy as a youth in a post modern trend?