There’s a lot to say, but hard to put in a sequence.
Being an introvert often leaves you in dismay, not a peek of chance.

I talk when I’m spoken to, more of a listener,
Quietness is something I subscribed to, always have been a loner.

I like company, I really do my dear.
my words may not taste like honey, but you’ll always have my ear.

Initiating things is not a skill I possess, being loyal is what I do best. Some may call me boring, but if you call I would come running.

I’ll be here at home reading a book & waiting for you. Don’t fretter at my silence, for once my heart is on your hook, my thoughts will only be of you.

I can talk about anything, just not knowing what on when. If your eyes catch me looking, dont ask, just extend your hand.