Do you think the coast is clear?
No one to see, no one to hear
Me sing out my song?
I think we're all alone
I don't need my name in lights
That's not where I set my sights
No, no, not me
I don't need a stage to sing
I like the quiet, I like the calm
To turn it up, to sing along
I'm not just "shy"
Look close, and you will see
There's so much more to me
I'm just fine rehearsing on my own
My hairbrush is my microphone
Look out now, I'm in the zone
Yeah! Can you feel it?
I speak soft out in a crowd
I whisper, "Am I being too loud? "
But when I close that door
The crowd, it just wants more and more
I like the quiet, I like the calm
To turn it up, to sing along
I'm not just "shy"
Look close, and you will see
There's so much more to me
I like my home, I like my pets
I like to rock, do pirouettes
I'm more than "shy"
I'm more than you can see
There's so much more to me
A poem that does not disclose enough should be put back in the drawer. A flower is a flower. There is nothing to see in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like my home, I like my pets I like to rock, do pirouettes I'm more than shy i am more than what you see....... thank u dear poet. tony