The Wallflower

She hoped someone would notice her
perhaps a stranger passing by
she knew she wasnt as pretty as all the rest
she hoped someone would see
all the colours she could bring...
...but no one ever came.
 
She wished someone would speak to her
the words that lovers use
a line or two perhaps would make her bloom
or just a single word
on which her hopes could cling...
...but no one ever did
 
She ached for love inside
and lost herself in dreams
of others who were just as lost as she
she invented different lovers
who would come to her at night
and drown amongst the perfume of her skin
 
and when she disappeared
her passing went unnoticed
she might just as well have never been
and all she left behind
where petals blowing in the wind...
...and no one noticed...still.