#unseenbeauty
I am so beautiful
it startles mirrors.
My skin holds light
like it has secrets with the sun.
My smile could tilt a room.
And still,
I sit alone
In quiet spaces
where no one is watching.
What a strange thing
to bloom this brightly
in an empty field.
What a strange thing
to carry galaxies in your face
and feel unseen.
They say beauty is power.
Mine feels like unopened mail.
Like music
played to locked doors.
I am so beautiful
and some days
it feels wasted on me.
But maybe beauty
is not meant to be spent.
Maybe it is mine
to wear
even when no one
is looking.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 11:19 AM UTC
A sunrise that no one watches.
Unseen. Unappreciated. Neglected — it dispatches,
From the horizon, looking up at the sky,
Only to see the moon approaching by.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC