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The shy


The shy the complex

as quiet as can please.

They listen and they notice,

and are just set aside

because how people perceive.

But I love the shy, they listen and they notice, and are the sweetest of people.

Five year old Kenize small and quiet, can laugh and smile bigger then one might think.

When I make her laugh, her laugh can brighten my day and makes me wonder just how amazingly funny I really am.

She makes me feel of importance.

The shy the complex, are more simple then you think.

They love to smile and laugh.

It's really quite true,  quiet people have the loudest minds.

Instead of words though, they show who they are by just that, "who they are" in action.

When we get over the fear of these awkward silences and listen to these people we realize they are the loveliest of people.

One's who really care without having to say a thing.

The shy, the lovely, the kindest of people.

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