Carefully pasted in a garden of wood
Moments whispered and wasted, misunderstood
Invisible to the naked eye
But I see everything and wonder why
Glances do not seethe unnoticed by me
And I hear each sigh uttered in misery
Each silent tear rolling down your face
I have been here all along, but have I left a trace?
Uninvited, yet lingering still
Against all odds or against my will
Yet still not one has asked for a dance
Nor the slightest glimpse of sweet romance
Whisking away whispers, a stolen glance
But no one dares to take a chance
A smile is a risk, a conversation
Wondering the cause of such hesitation
Pursuit of safety, free from pain
A wallflower I still remain
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