girl with the reeses' peanut butter shirt

i'm sitting two seats away
from the girl with the reeses' peanut butter shirt
i know not her name
but the imposition lies in my mind
reeses' offer chocolate
and peanut butter inside
who can ask for more
and there's no wrong way to eat them

i can't believe my luck
my favourite candies never talk
and the mouth is closed
on the girl with the reeses' peanut butter shirt
fingers typing away
not knowing i am writing a poem about her

but there's something we all don't know
there's something we all can't feel
and shyness knows it
shyness bleeds it
and i'm always the one bleeding

-winston campbell-