A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Wallflower
I want to get to know you,
to know who you are.
I want to be in your confidence,
to be on your list of friends.
But my tongue will not obey me,
my courage flees too fast.
And so I'll stand in the corner with a smile,
hoping you'll notice me.
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