There she stands across the street,
Her eyes are down,
Her hair is over her face,
Yet she sees you.
You who is on the other side
Looking at someone over there.
The girl standing beside her.
With a smile you come over.
She sees you,
Wonders how people can be so blind.
She doesn't speak up,
She just watches.
You walk over to the other girl
Smiling and Flirting.
No one sees the shy girl
Standing behind.
You could have had it all
The girl standing behind,
Quiet, shy, and sweet.
A girl any man could ask for.
She's pretty, she's shy,
She can hardle say hi.
You walk away with the girls
Number, smiling at her.
Then you just glimpse the girl
Standing behind her
And wonder where she came from.
The Shy Girl,
Just looks down
She's use to it now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
terribly relatable.10/10