I want to be your friend but I'm too timid to speak out now I rather think I don't know how To utter a word not penned.
And my spoken words are like feathers Weightless and floating about in the air, They carry expression and meaning and care, But they sink to the earth silently.
Not my best work. This is just a little something that came to me in class. Often social anxiety will prevent me from initiating conversations.