As a little girl she always knew
That she lacked something special
Her own mother reminded her constantly
And the lass is now a grown woman
Adult experiences confirmed what was true
That she was just ordinary and dull
A woman with no it factor
Invisible to all before and around her
She's heard and hears stories of other women
Who use their wiles on hungry men
'If only I had that gift I'd feed a hundred of them'
Instead she's bypassed like she's not even there
Old age is catching up to her now
She may as well be thin air
The only ones who see her are other women
But never the men she dreams of
Ordinary is boring and typical
Nothing exciting about this creature
She might as well be dead and buried
Along with any hopes of truly being seen
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
As a little girl she always knew
That she lacked something special
Her own mother reminded her constantly
And the lass is now a grown woman
Adult experiences confirmed what was true
That she was just ordinary and dull
A woman with no it factor
Invisible to all before and around her
She's heard and hears stories of other women
Who use their wiles on hungry men
'If only I had that gift I'd feed a hundred of them'
Instead she's bypassed like she's not even there
Old age is catching up to her now
She may as well be thin air
The only ones who see her are other women
But never the men she dreams of
Ordinary is boring and typical
Nothing exciting about this creature
She might as well be dead and buried
Along with any hopes of truly being seen