She was a soul of purity—
A heart that was calm,
Steadfast, trusted,
Like the sea on a warm summer evening.
But the world never saw her worth.
In his eyes, she was just a dud—
A stepping stone on his quest for fame.
A gateway to his popularity.
Her dignity tainted,
She faded into the shadows.
Tears locked behind her eyes,
Boldness still wrapped around her like armor.
Used. Broken.
And yet—
Her smile remained,
The last piece of herself
She refused to let go.
Beautiful,
But forgotten—
Like yesterday’s news.
A delicate,
Forgotten Flower.
