Frozen

She sits mere feet away, so close I shutter,

But I can’t say hello, can’t look at her either.

I pretend not see her and hold my breath

Until I turn the corner and let it go.

I try to find the reason for my silence—

Between her beauty and my shyness

I feel as though I’m sinking slowly—

There’s nobody here to save me.

Her smile is a figment of my dreams,

And I wonder if she knows of it.

       DannYetman

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