<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363848" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wallflower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember when I was young, <br>the wallflower I used to be. <br>I would sit and watch <br>others gaze into each other’s eyes, <br>seeing the passion burning there. <br>All the time I was thinking, <br>will this ever happen to me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many times, I tried to excerpt myself, <br>and for my effort <br>received questioning stares. <br>Who is this weirdo? <br>Where did he come from? <br>It was a frustrating time, for this wallflower, <br>who on the shelf would remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had no chat up lines, <br>only a pen and pad, <br>everyone who looked at me, <br>must have thought that I was mad. <br>I’d go to a party on the odd occasion I was invited, <br>sit in the corner on my own. <br>No one would talk to the odd man out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, I would leave, <br>just the way I had come, <br>no one on my arm, <br>for that lonely trek home. <br>All the time I wondered, <br>is this the way my life is going to be. <br>A wallflower on a lonely shelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shyness is an awful thing, <br>and it is very lonely. <br>For friends seem so very few. <br>I found out much later. <br>That I just had to let myself go. <br>Much to my surprise in doing it. <br>I was no longer a wallflower on a lonely shelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363848" data-title="Wallflower de David Harris" data-description="I remember when I was young, the wallflower I used to be. I would sit and watch others gaze into each other’s eyes, seeing the passion burning there. All the time I was thinking, will this ever happen to me? Many times, I tried to excerp..."></div> </div> </div>

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