Hell, by Far

Poem about shyness

Have my seat, I insist
Your presence I've long last missed
Don't mind if I stand to my feet
Let your lower back rest and retreat
But one thing, it's a must
Requires quite a bit of trust
Tell me your name and the game you will play
I'm more than obliged since you've made it this way
Excuse me, I'm sorry, but maybe next time
I'll muster the courage to converse outside of my mind