Too Shy To Scream
I come quietly. Silent entities
can lack a certain weight when unseen.
Do they speak of me?
My voice left with the breeze that
whispered “you should flee or you shall be seen.”
if you only met my eyes.
Before you pass by,
will you pause to break my heart.
I am everywhere, everywhere but here,
for here is where you grace the nameless.
Were I not so weak, could I even speak
I’d warn that you should leave before
you’re seen with me.
They don’t hear me.
Do I bore them when I tell them
I adore them?