HauntedA Poem by Death StalkerFor the past month, this has been bothering me.I once had a neighbor, a beautiful blonde girl
we met each other when her dog escaped the back yard and wounded to my house. My family kept it just in case if someone's looking. Someone was, the blonde girl's mother we returned the dog to the mother about 2 months later, the daughter came over introduced herself, and we introduced ourselves as well afterwards, friendship begun. We laughed together, we were friends together. But I made a mistake, I'm always shying away from her. She's always "pushing" the friendship toward me. But I always shy away, she always tried to ask me out to her prom or just to hang out at the movies. But I keep shying away. Regardless of her coming over to my house being neighborly and friendly I can never get over my shyness. Toward her beautiful face 2 years ago I moved, the shyness barricade from my desires to tell her I moving, so she didn't know I moved with out her awareness Now I regret this, the worst memory of this the way I try to push her out of my life is starting to haunt me. My friendly gestures toward my school friends has become hostile because of the memory refused to surrender haunting me. No matter how hard I try to push this memory away, I always have little success. How I longing to bump into her again, to become friends again and hopefully that will end this horrifying memory of me keep pushing her away when she asked me out. I want to curse this shyness for eternity for what it have done to me. I'm almost certain she's still remembers me for our friendship bond was never over. But yet, I'm sure me not telling her I moved, ended the friendship. I want to curse this shyness for eternity for what it have done to me. © 2012 Death StalkerAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 20, 2012 Last Updated on March 20, 2012 AuthorDeath StalkerTucson, AZAboutI like to write, any story that lurks into my mind. I've been writing as long as I can remember. It all started with nothing to do, it was nighttime... I was sleeping, I have a vivid dream, that ta.. more..Writing
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