Never garnered any attention
From the ones that craved the angst,
For my figure didn’t move across the stage
Swaying flowers petals, blooming hands.

And my dancing never charming
Like the red light of the rose,
For I never rode upon horses,
Gliding swiftly through the snow.

And from my patchy, ashen face
Muddy, sepia eyes gave too much away,
Rivers flowing through emotion, no space,
For chaotic disarray messing your lake.

Never thought to think twice,
Gaze skipping over me like stones
Missing out on all the stories,
That the dreamer once thought of.