I Am a Good Listener
Wasted... The problem, at least for me, with being a good listener, is that I'm not a heavy talker, unless I'm very engaged. I need an good conversationalist to be able to converse will with. But I can't really, with a shy or uninterested person. I'm good at listening and responding, but I can't really initiate well, unless I really know the person well enough to do so. I just plain suck at small talk. Which is a problem in pursing opportunities in the dating scene...
This girl, in my Lit. class. I've written about her multiple times, because she's on my thoughts a lot. I wish she could know how attracted to her I am, how intelligent I think she is. But I can't act, I can't risk being rejected. "Time spent wishing, it time wasted." But what am I to do, but wish, when I can't get up enough courage to act?
I could listen to her talk all day,
But I can't find anything good to say,
How unworthy a beast like I,
Could every hope to catch your eye
And every time you happen meet my gaze,
I blush and turn my head, amazed,
That you should every look upon my dreary form,
Is more of a service than any other could perform,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Be honest with you about my feelings, forthright,
But grave misgivings haunt my shattered mind,
Leaving you to my feelings, mercifully blind,
If I ever got the courage to do so, please my arm, do pinch,
And hopefully, If not a reverie, I'll noticeably flinch,
For I'd give anything to stop living in my dreams,
But for now, I wait, content with my secret love supreme.
This girl, in my Lit. class. I've written about her multiple times, because she's on my thoughts a lot. I wish she could know how attracted to her I am, how intelligent I think she is. But I can't act, I can't risk being rejected. "Time spent wishing, it time wasted." But what am I to do, but wish, when I can't get up enough courage to act?
I could listen to her talk all day,
But I can't find anything good to say,
How unworthy a beast like I,
Could every hope to catch your eye
And every time you happen meet my gaze,
I blush and turn my head, amazed,
That you should every look upon my dreary form,
Is more of a service than any other could perform,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Be honest with you about my feelings, forthright,
But grave misgivings haunt my shattered mind,
Leaving you to my feelings, mercifully blind,
If I ever got the courage to do so, please my arm, do pinch,
And hopefully, If not a reverie, I'll noticeably flinch,
For I'd give anything to stop living in my dreams,
But for now, I wait, content with my secret love supreme.