Runway ready but why?
Like a rose picked to be forgotten
She spends her days wilting in the sun
The work invested in becoming only to never be realised oh to be admired for a fleeting second but never valued for what is inside!
To wonder abut ones value and loses all hope in what she is worth
Ignored one too many times and always forgotten her heart bleeds for the world
But alas as only one person can, change is slow
She longs to heal the world loving everyone in sight caring as much as she can but deep down inside she depletes
To be valued and admired from afar but in close range avoided like a plague to be genuine and only attract those with ill thoughts wrecks ones brain to change is unnatural to give an eye for eye leaves a bitter taste in ones mouth but the legacy she seems to have built is one of being forgotten and alone oh what a bittersweet life to give and not expect anything but alas one depletes then what she keeps going an empty cup with so much more to give.
