She was beautiful.
Is beautiful.

In her own ways.

Own wit,
Own charm,
Own grey’s.

Locked in a box,
that no one can see.
Swaddled in sandpaper,
amidst this debris.

Those shades and tones,
Places in between.
Those soft hidden spots,
That meant so much to me.

Misery loves company,
so they say.
She’s in love with heartache,
and her lonely dismays.

The unseen angel
born without wings.
The invisible darling
Longing to be seen.
The comfort of alone
Whispers in the past.
Hush yourself girl
Hush is all, at last. 

One became two,
Two became one.
They all whisper in her heart,
and left her with none.

She can lie all day.
Lie right to your face.
Tell you it’s alright,
and she’s happy in her place.

But her eye’s can’t lie.
Can’t push back the pain.
Can’t cover it all up,
Can’t dry all the rain.

It’s no wonder she runs
and tucks herself away.
Hides her face from the son
and weeps it’s ok…

The unseen angel
born without wings.
The invisible darling
Longing to be seen.
The comfort of alone
Whispers in the past.
Hush yourself girl
Hush is all, at last.  

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