The Curse of Being Shy

I suppose you haven’t noticed

The way I make excuses

To stand near you

With my senses on overdrive

My bass drum of a heart

Pulsing out a beat so loud

I could swear

It is audible

To everyone else close by

I suppose you haven’t noticed

My gaze adoring

A shy, flickering flame of a glance

Which I avert with lightning speed

Whenever you ever look my way

Only to witness

Me

Examining

In agonizing detail
Each blade of grass

'Neath the shoes on my feet