they all speak of your beauty
the way you prance above a mist
of delicately blooming flowers

flowing hair wild and free
dancing and rejoicing in the wind

but i have seen you
you are nothing more than a plain horse
with flowers weaved into your box-dyed hair
your movements staged and awkward

you're no unicorn
you're nothing more than an ignorant girl
who can't leave the empty spaces
of the fantasies in her head