Untold, Unseen, and Unheard
There she goes
Low key...
And looks outside in on society

But I see....
In every picture she’s alive
Ghostly...
Her image appears in the sky.

And her light..
Is the flash from her camera in the night
Her pictures...
Tell stories of beauty and lie’s

So pure...
She turns heads every time she walks by
Her beauty..
Is untouched by Cleopatra’s gold sky’s

If she knew...
Her touch put my heartbeat on ice
Then maybe...
She would kiss me, to bring back my life