With her hands pressed against the glass window
of normality
Dancing on the outskirts of polite society
Always an outsider looking in
Daydreaming of being acceptable, palatable, one of them..
But no
She was something rare
Her life wasn’t 9 to 5s, debts and bills
She was altogether something different,
Something wild
An exotic flower
Poisonous, but beautiful
Untamable
Barefooted and sun soaked hair
She was warm rain water dripping off leaves in a rainforest
She was misty, green mountains
Lucious, bursting with life
She was meant to be observed, admired, studied even
Not domesticated
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
With her hands pressed against the glass window
of normality
Dancing on the outskirts of polite society
Always an outsider looking in
Daydreaming of being acceptable, palatable, one of them..
But no
She was something rare
Her life wasn’t 9 to 5s, debts and bills
She was altogether something different,
Something wild
An exotic flower
Poisonous, but beautiful
Untamable
Barefooted and sun soaked hair
She was warm rain water dripping off leaves in a rainforest
She was misty, green mountains
Lucious, bursting with life
She was meant to be observed, admired, studied even
Not domesticated
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