Shy
In between classes, I saw that boy again,
The boy named Sean who has a twinkle in his eyes.
Those beautiful eyes, just like stardust.
I pushed on to Chemistry, the hated class
Avoiding my friend's inquiring eyes,
She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at me
I gave her my winning smile,
That can never be reproduced for any camera
And who can foretell, if next class,
In Algebra I'll lean over and kiss his cheek,
And tell him how I think he's cute,
But probably not,

I'm shy