SHY

Snow covered his mouth

It felt just like a drought

His words were just dreams

What they could do was just gleam.

But dreams they later die

With it the words then fly

This man who let them be,

Will later become shy.

This man alone he lived

On a hill far from here

His words he tried to revive

But he failed ‘cause they felt like knives.

But later he met a woman’s eyes

His mouth started to agonize

And something started to bloom on his heart

Maybe the words will come back?