I wonder if you’d ever like a guy like me. A guy who’s as confidently shy like me. Who doesn’t wish to say much, but when he truly speaks. Then the worlds around him think he comes off too strongly.
Trying to be soft, coming off too loud. Trying to be quaint, coming off too proud. Having the type of tongue that can jerk someone around. Leave them feeling off guard then awkward trying to turn things around.
A duel of fire for water and a touch of earth. Caves crumbling for another rebirth. She takes my hand and wraps around my arm. A woman of strength, only one I can charm.
A girl of wits kind of dumbs me down. Take me at face value, forget the crown. Give me room to run and I’ll always come back. I see the benefit of a tight rope, but understand slack.
I’ve loved her from a distance, but not sure where she’s at. So I’ll meet new women, but measure the facts. The weight of your world, I often carry. I hold you all the time, so when I do see you, we’re merry.
So many possible lovers, that I had to measure their strength, they fell along the waste side, but I still love them the same. As I do wrong, just as before. I jerk people around and am left all the more with an island of my own, with plenty in store, wondering if there is a lover who sees me simply as a boar. Ready to rock and ready as ever, to find a gal who likes a guy like me, that would be a pleasure.
But how else does she see me? What can I show? There’s more to me than I comprehend, and a woman like you is in high demand. It never really turns out to be me. But where on the timeline that we finally meet. See eye to eye and are able to agree, that there’s something about us that feels complete.
So if you hear my call, I’ll watch your reaction. I guess I’m hard to please, but that’s a requirement for satisfaction.
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You have a nice rhythm to your poetry that is hard to get across in your prose (although I do enjoy your prose). It seems like you pay a lot of attention to the meter in your work, and it pays off.
“Trying to be soft, coming off too loud. Trying to be quaint, coming off too proud.” Very nice iambic pentameter!
One thing I noticed, in the second stanza/paragraph, you rhyme “around” and “around.” Maybe try to reword that?