Timidity

A hesitation, a doubt, a reserve. Before entering, to see and be seen. A hand which trembles, of the steps which hesitate. Intoxication of the timidity which would like that any master key quickly. Like the breath of a fleeing wind. On dormant water of a falling asleep lake. An interrogation, so much of questionings. As the reflection of what skins you in inside. The desire for shouting with you to choke some. Without daring to release the first mot. an offense with these feelings which speak too high. In your head, your heart. Who immediately take fear. With the idea to express itself. In total freedom. Stronger in you. There, where they can dictate their law. Kidnapping the virginity of your thoughts. Living in perfect violation of your impulses. Singing the anthem syphilitic of your timidity. Who pushes you to hide you. Behind this door instead of you to show. What to say? To release you. To help You to flee. There is nothing which obliges you to undergo. This weakness that you trail as lazes. Indolente, sufficient, which gives birth to. Of this timidity which you learned how to carry. Since it is necessary to you to humiliate. Behind this door of what you do not manage to push. To arrive there, it would be necessary to hustle you, force you. To Cause this revolt which only requires to burst. As Many feelings ready to submerge you. In the expression of an oppressive sufficiency. You, seeking your breathing of a slow puff. Red coloring your skin. Tattooing your impotence with the mark of the seal. Of a lack of confidence which you carry too high. It me sometimes the idea has just given up you. Only, like one exiled. On a continent where there would be nothing to make, nor to propose. Just to hide you behind the doors which you could find. I weary myself, nailed by your lack of audacity. Broken by the feeling that is very erased. Behind the veil of this timidity which kills to us. A hesitation, a doubt, a reserve. Before entering, to see and be seen. A hand which trembles, of the steps which hesitate. Intoxication of the timidity which would like that any master key quickly. The whole being repeated behind the white flag that you agitate. It me sometimes the idea has just protected you. Behind large drawn up walls. To insulate to you, let themselves breathe. In a place where there would be no door to push. No the innovation to be faced. For better treating your disease. This infirmity which puffs out you the life. To make would not be you to like. I do not have the right to keep you. Of you for me. To move back this bitter moment where you will have to enter in full light. To Hesitate, doubt, all in reserve. Te throw, to enter, see, be seen. With a hand which trembles, of the steps which hesitate. In the intoxication of this timidity which would like that any master key so quickly.