Sweetheart Introvert Poem by Aaron Byrne

Sweetheart Introvert,
blinded by the butterflies,
hidden in a cloak made out of cowardice.
In a land,
where courage is discouraged,
and confidence is key to a broken lock.

Where the feelings and fondness,
can fill up your head.
But she can't consume the words,
unless they are said.
On the back of your lungs,
on the tip of your tongue,
are the words you've been yearning to say all along.

Do you wish you knew,
what she thinks?
When she smiles, when she laughs,
when she breathes, when she blinks?
When she pleads, when she sighs,
when she dreams, when she cries?

When she needs someone,
who will always be there,
to show her a smile,
to show her the care,
she deserves. To comfort her
when the loneliness hurts.

Sweetheart Introvert,
confined to her wish,
that someone exists,
that feels the same as this.