A dragon, fierce fiery breath she speaks a word of fantasy, and unlike the rest- she has a tougher flesh, and presses away my insecurities with an impressive hug pressing on me with an impressive chest
Self control out of the handle of my reflection perhaps my emotional side is never-ending Cherished by a face that could never disguise a smile; my awkward smile, belonging to Mr always nice guy Confidently shy, shying away from being a razor of cutting words to chat up a girl My mistake to chat sensibly after a little rude talk, mixed in those silly jokes. I choke on my physical words, a silent face and volumes of confidence only in these poems
Club scenes are meaningless to me meaning less of me would be less active than seen I'm falling in between an introvert, and a little extrovert trying to creep out a bit It's always a risk, and amidst in the mist of dispersion of a stretched out imagination of a ****** Told always, "you really need a girlfriend" good at making conversation with just a girl friend Till feelings are involved, it sort of does in my head
Spares to a secondary nature of testosterone spiking at a random Making passes of being a little passive- my confidence isn't so massive, although my caring eyes and heart are at times attractive
But I still have the eyes of a jealous man; possessive to means if I find you as a potential. Potentially pointing out my heart's gun to shoot around your lines I'll still be a little awkward saying my hie, and wanting long hugs goodbyes