The Wallflower

September 27, 2010
I am a wallflower
A dark impression on the wall
You trudge past me
Gingerly avoiding my tall frame
Your charcoal smudged hands hanging loosely at your sides.

My eyes follow you
Up the stairs, down the hall, through the door
But you disappear
Although your handsome face is burned to my brain
I yearn to see you again.

Today I have the task
Of being away from you
The only thing that stands between us
Is time
But you will never notice me

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