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Courage
My heart beats like thunder,
My brain torn asunder,
My soul in turmoil,
Hoping this chance, I won't spoil.
I feel so emotionally strongly for you,
Wishing so much to comfort you,
Wishing so much to support you,
Wishing so much to be near you
For an extended period,
Just basking in your sunlight, but I feel odd,
Hoping I'm not a nimrod,
Not just some foolish peasant,
Who being around, is unpleasant.
I like you, I really do,
But I'm so afraid of sounding stupid to you,
That I clam up around you,
One thing you'll find is true,
I desire to know more about you,
So that we can talk and have a good time
When work is slow, just killing time.
Another thing to know,
Is my courage I'm trying to show,
I am a strong empath, it's overwhelming
When all the customers' emotions I'm feeling,
Saturday, September seventeenth was my last day,
Working bistro for that event, and I must say,
That unil we see each other again in November
For there's not a show sooner,
I'm going to go out around more people,
And get used to talking/moving/being around others in general,
Hope my social anxiety is lessened at least some,
So maybe talking to you will be easier to overcome,
And we can talk and laugh,
And maybe I can get a photograph
Of your sweet face, to remember you by,
When I'm not so shy.
Talking to you, and potentially being at least friends
Wether or not into a relationship it transcends,
Would be the best thing in the world,
Being vulnerable with you, my emotions unfurled,
Because something's telling me that if I don't try
If it passes me by,
I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, and cry.
My brain torn asunder,
My soul in turmoil,
Hoping this chance, I won't spoil.
I feel so emotionally strongly for you,
Wishing so much to comfort you,
Wishing so much to support you,
Wishing so much to be near you
For an extended period,
Just basking in your sunlight, but I feel odd,
Hoping I'm not a nimrod,
Not just some foolish peasant,
Who being around, is unpleasant.
I like you, I really do,
But I'm so afraid of sounding stupid to you,
That I clam up around you,
One thing you'll find is true,
I desire to know more about you,
So that we can talk and have a good time
When work is slow, just killing time.
Another thing to know,
Is my courage I'm trying to show,
I am a strong empath, it's overwhelming
When all the customers' emotions I'm feeling,
Saturday, September seventeenth was my last day,
Working bistro for that event, and I must say,
That unil we see each other again in November
For there's not a show sooner,
I'm going to go out around more people,
And get used to talking/moving/being around others in general,
Hope my social anxiety is lessened at least some,
So maybe talking to you will be easier to overcome,
And we can talk and laugh,
And maybe I can get a photograph
Of your sweet face, to remember you by,
When I'm not so shy.
Talking to you, and potentially being at least friends
Wether or not into a relationship it transcends,
Would be the best thing in the world,
Being vulnerable with you, my emotions unfurled,
Because something's telling me that if I don't try
If it passes me by,
I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life, and cry.
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