Struck down when you sat beside me
Think now I'd better go into hiding
You give a gentle smile to me
And I forget my words
In your sky-blue eyes
My heart flips
The beat skips
When you look my way
My gaze turns
My cheeks burn
When you smile I say
I don't know
Quite what to say
But I think I'd like
To know your name
I'm scared to ask it
But I doubt I can mask it
Mouth locked like a casket
When I passed you
By the waste basket
My heart flips
My feet trip
When you look my way
My mind yearns
My cheeks burn
When you smile I say
I don't know
Quite what to say
But I think I'd like
To know your name
I just want to know your name
Is that too much to ask
Apparently it is
'Cause I'm so shy
It's an impossible task
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Poems of the Left Hand
PoetryYou've read poems. You've met left-handed people. But you haven't read poems by left-handed people. (Or maybe you have, but you didn't know it. Or at least, it wasn't in the title, right?) Here, you will find a collection of short poems both silly a...
