Don't say a word.
Because then they won't see.
You are not as perfect.
As they think you are.

Her eyes share the same color of the moon
the darkness passes by
and the shy sun kisses us with light
the wind whispers
foggy mists surround us
hypnotized by this realistic dream
we let our skin turn to ice
surrendering to this feeling
grateful for this air we touch
pure coldness blaze our skin
this soft sunlight filters through this land
its presence frees this bitterness from our skin
sweet therapy

in waves and smiles over words
waving like waves of smiles over words
something pure and innocent to wear
keep yourself warm;
there will always be enough room for you and me, and you and me, and you and me,
all the room in the world for all of us

be with me and feel warm, please,
under a blanket
or a mask;

be at ease
be with me, or do not;
alone is not the darkest we've all seen
please
be at peace

An introvert sees the world as it is,
deciding still, not to engage.

Walking into first period I am a 12-year-old girl again,
Confidence turned into racing heartbeats and jumbled words.
Imaginary conversations fill my head with possibilities but nothing ever seems to escape my lips but a timid smile.
I trash my spearmint gum and begin walking back to my seat, the teacher has only just begun talking.
I take three steps before daring to look up,
by the fourth I see blue out of my peripheral...
You are looking at me.
The fifth step, I am looking at you.
And for the entirety of that second all the other faces of the room blurred and I swear the history lesson took a pause for the present and there was solely that simple look to be shared.
A look I have found to be all too familiar but yet it never comes enough to be able to fully decipher it.
It is a look of timid desire.
It is a look of fire and ice, of two elements of opposite worlds colliding.
It is a look of earth and water.
A sly romance which everyone sees but no one knows.
Water hits the shore and I am chocolate melting, I am soil eroding.
I am the tree's branches bending under the misty wind.
I am the earthquake that causes the hurricane, the tsunami.
Yet you are calm like the tranquil sea.
Your eyes the color of the shallow water on a southern beach just before the break of a gentle wave at shore in the first hour of sunrise.
I think of you, and there are butterflies.
I look at you, and they rest.
We both simultaneously break our glance as I turn to my seat.
Oh, how I wish you were sitting next to me.

I see your beautifully sad emerald eyes
I see the glow of your skin with the sun rise
I see the furrow between your brow as you frown
I see how easily in you I could drown
I see your thick raven curls and how they move as the wind blows
I see the gentle ***** of your strong nose
I see the curve of your sly grin as you tell dry jokes
I see your long slender fingers which lead into large strong hands
I see your statuesque height when you stand
I see the innocent kindness in your face so I love to stare
I also fear the anger in it beyond compare
I see you change every day; mostly in a good way
I see so much  potential and intelligence
I see how you could blossom with due diligence
I see the excitement in your eyes and smile when you learn a new skill
I see the way you leave your heart open waiting to be filled
Perhaps it's my fear of your criticism
Perhaps it's my pride, my shyness, or my cynicism
That I don't express how much I see in you
We both know I'm not one to boast, but
You are the one I see and love most
Each day I discover about you something new
Do you see me as much as I see you?

Still
Two feets standing on a principle
Two hands longing for each others warmth
Two hearts beating for each others love
Still
Shying away
Day by day
From the principality of feeling the warmth  of each others love