WallflowerA Poem by Sarah MarieHer eyes are windows, The long black lashes the panes; They rest gently on her cheek, Her soft blush unable to wane, For the slightest act can earn And encourage her small smile. She says that she is happy, Though others think she is in denial- She hides within the shadows, Corners her dearest friends; She lurks like darkness and hides Behind ajar doors inside her den. Some would call her afraid, though Most would deem her a wallflower When really she is perfectly content In her horizon-reaching tower. She reads fairy tales and children’s books Because they remind her of herself; Her only fear is her reality- Being stowed away upon a shelf Too high or out of sight For many to care about or notice; Nevertheless, she would never leave it, For she might miss her charming prince’s kiss. She has read all the stories About plainness being received with joy; She daydreams about the stories, The childlike hope not only for young girls and boys. She doubts she will ever be found By happy little creatures to save her, For her life is truly a wonderful one- Yet, she cannot help but savor The magic in her fantasies, Her own fairy tale wishes seeming real; If she could do anything, The happy endings in the books she would steal, For no one seems to understand Or even try to comprehend let alone begin That her escapes from reality into her mind Are simply her adventures, not fear or sin! Many tell her she needs to grow up and go out, That her fairy tale fantasies will never be real; Most would call this pretty girl a wallflower- When really they think more than they feel.
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Added on December 5, 2012Last Updated on December 5, 2012 AuthorSarah Mariemy own world...come visit me!, SCAboutAspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..Writing
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