she would sing
in loneliness
when no ears
were close by
to judge
her voice
or her song
she was not a singer
and she knew this too well
so she hid her voice
beneath thick black sheets
of the backstage floor
so that everybody
would just pass by
and never notice
how they scrambled
her soul
her dream
with their leather made feet
weakening her strength
to own up to
what she really was
forever tying her
to her timid fate
ending her song
before she began
to sing.

Oh the nervousness
The rising beats
When my secrets get caught
And my hidden desires
So openly revealed.

A shy blink of the eyes

A shy heart beating fast

A shy touch of blush on the cheeks

A shy little smile decorating the lips

Little hearts in love

The very first time

Go red with shyness

All over their face

Like a thousand lights blinking inside them

They overflow with a pretty glow

Like pure pearls first exposed to the sun

They reflect pure nature’s beauty

Rhyming romantic melodies

They beat with their counterparts

While flying far above

To new breathtaking heights.