Southern Angel Poem by tyrone allen

She is so pretty, never the less. From her head to her toes, she is so bless.

Her swag is so calm. Beauty undeniable. Even her mean streak be oh so likable. When i am around her, i get so shy. But when i am writing poetry, is when my heart speak that make her lips go wow.

Will i ever say it to her face. Can my shyness ever be shattered. Or will destiny follow a path and make my heart any sadder.

Can i speak without a studder and say whats on my mind?

So this feeling won't hover. If she really knew, she might say yes. But emotions don't follow the rules.

Because society might step in and then make people oh so rude. One day i am going to speak to her, and tell her how i feel.

So With my heart, i make this deal. With her i will try to be real. If not i follow these rules, i shall be cursed.

A test of nature too change my ways. My shyness will no longer matter, while i live my days.

Too overcome fear you must overcome pain. The taste of freedom is wider than a plain.