Maybe I am the innocent.
Maybe I am the daisy flower on the side of railroad tracks,
I do not know the casualties from the train,
I am simply living here.

Maybe I am your god.
Maybe I am the statue in your church or the deity on your desk,
I am quite aware that you want me so,
I am ethereal in my living and I am quite the woman to love.

Maybe I am beautiful.
Maybe I am the girl you write red-inked love letters to and think of in dreams.
I know most will not like me, but I am beauty to you.
I am the girl that got away