passing looks

passing looks
I'll throw my head in a book
to make you believe
that perhaps, I wasn't starring
each thrown glance
seems a little more daring.

my skittish heart skips when you look up, I concede
because if my timid eyes, you wonder and meet
then maybe I fear you'd be a little shook
when you realize these aren't just passing looks. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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