She is so pretty never the less. from her head to her toe she is so bless.

Her swag is so calm. Beauty undeniable, even her mean streak be also likable. When i'am around her i get so shy, but when iam writing poetry is when i speak that make the heart go wow.

Will i ever say it to her face. Can my shyness 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 who knows emotions sometime don't follow the rules.

Because society might step in and then make people all so rude. One day i'am going to speak to her alone 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 and i shall be cursed and

Screwed.

A test of nature to change my ways. Shyness will no longer matter, while i live my days.

Because To overcome fear you must overcome pain. The taste of freedom is wider then a plain.