Idiot
Why is it
Every time I try to talk to you
I ramble like an imbecile?
I am an intelligent woman
And yet when confronted by you
I start babbling
And giggling
Like some foolish school girl
Who's just seen her first crush
Smile at her across the room
I can't seem to control
The words that spill out of my mouth
And when you turn from me
I want to slap my forehead
And bury my face in my book
I should just keep my head down
And my mouth shut
Better to be considered dumb
Than prove myself an idiot
Words: ©2021LCR
Image: CCO
Image: CCO
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