Wallflower
All alone . . . in a room full of people Looking for that familiar face One that will cause my heart to leap And quicken its timid pace Just the mere sight of him Can make my body blush Oh, this insane attraction What a bloody rush I merely catch a glimpse of him In the corner of my eye Such a vision of perfection . . . I let out a bit of a sigh Will he even notice me? Will he take the time to speak? Oh the mere thought of it Makes my legs go weak. But I shrink into a corner Unable to be heard As my dream passes by . . . I utter not a word Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 08:07 AM PST 0 • 10
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"All alone . . . in a room full of people..."