Being Shy

June 23 | Posted by Wilson | Wilson's Writings

I’m always uncertain,
what’s behind the curtain,
or in the pages of a book.
And although I’m curious,
it makes me so furious,
that I haven’t the nerve to look.
For what comes after,
a kiss or laughter,
fear prevents me from finding out.
So take away my slavery,
and give me the bravery,
to deal with the fear of doubt.

Then I can remove the mask,
and finally ask,
what I’ve always wanted too.
Free of the disguise,
I could look in your eyes,
and say, “I love you!”
I could ask for a dance,
or start a romance,
with just a little shove.
For I took aim,
pulled the trigger won the game,
the game known as love.

But no game has been played,
for in reality I’m afraid,
and I don’t know where to start.
Oh but if I could,
oh yes if I would,
I would give you my heart.
I would win the game,
and reveal the flame,
that has been ignited.
And by the light of the fire,
I’d confess my desire,
and I wouldn’t have to fight it.

A desire that is forbidden,
a love that is hidden,
and words that remain unspoken.
Tears I haven’t cried,
hope that hasn’t died,
and a heart that has never been broken.
But unbroken is not enough,
a heart needs to love,
even it that love must end.
Cause until a person tries,
they’ll never realize,
that a broken heart shall mend.

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