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Dark brown hair, darting eyes. Want to look, 'stead I sigh. Passes by, looks my way. Should I ask for a date? If I wait, will I lose? Was her flirt just a ruse? Passion brews, in my heart. Could a love affair start? Eyes still dart, look around. Can she hear, my heart's sound? Going down, need to know. If I ask, tell me no? So I go, out the door. Not a word, nothing more. Same old score, chickened out. It’s what fear’s all about.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Too Shy
Dark brown hair, darting eyes. Want to look, 'stead I sigh. Passes by, looks my way. Should I ask for a date? If I wait, will I lose? Was her flirt just a ruse? Passion brews, in my heart. Could a love affair start? Eyes still dart, look around. Can she hear, my heart's sound? Going down, need to know. If I ask, tell me no? So I go, out the door. Not a word, nothing more. Same old score, chickened out. It’s what fear’s all about.
thomas-harper
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
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