Wallflower
I have a friend who calls me flower.
Together side by side we sit for hours and hours.
No words are spoken as we sit there in silence.
No judgments are given as we watch the world slip by us.
We just cling together and watch life’s moments pass us by,
To scared of wrong choices to ever decide.
So silently we fade from memory or thought.
Just another wallflower soon to be forgot.
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