Like a body without a face, she sits alone – nameless. Overlooked. Disregarded.
She doesn’t even need to hide her wings
They brush against them without notice, moving quickly past
Her heart is ablaze with words and color, a halo of blinding light
But they just slide on their Ray-Bans
Either unable to take the heat or just a fan of the dark
She sits waiting for the one who will rescue her from her anonymity
Who desires to see and to know
To give her name a voice, permission to speak
An invitation to expose passions, dreams, fears, doubts
Like graffiti splashed on a wall
She will not ask to be seen or heard
For asking defeats desire
And there is beauty held only by the pursued
So she remains quiet
Eyes roaming
Heart longing
Waiting
Breathing
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