Awkward Shyness

By Art of the Diver

Sat, 05 Oct 2013

I remember a far younger you

flirting more directly than most other girls

In almost boyish style, you faced the world

carrying something very attractive, fresh and new

Something in your confident flashing eyes, that wantonly smiled

as you tried to draw attention to the lift of your breasts

searching my face for any sign, that I had noticed them and you

Awkward is our youth so often, in such circumstance

where there are no rules, on who should break the ice

and no synchronized flirtation, to raging music, or any spontaneous chance

So each day, you walked my dog, or maybe he walked you

Great Dane, great personality, his great awkwardness of youth

and so you were noticed, in noble company, all perky, with control renewed

I never shared my thoughts, or the feelings that I carried then of you

So often, youthful awkward shyness, shapes our lives and all we do

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *