Shy Guy

Shy guy with eyes so blue,
sitting there in the light of the moon.
Playing your guitar while shooting the breeze,
with good wine, Jim and me.
Now of course Jim knew the score,
he wanted to keep shy guy from me
because he loves and adores
thee;
and though he asked to see such a delight,
Shy guy said "no" because of a fight.
So better not to pursue
it for a wild chance,
It would end good times
around the "happy" camp.
Then my stomach felt so scared,
I know I couldn't really dare.
I would bring this to the light,
and make sure shy guys was alright.
I brought goodness to the end,
so that we all still could be friends.
Written on Jan.27,2011 by Christina Sunrise

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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