Looking at the woman there.

She ran her fingers through her hair.

Sunlight catching every strand.

As they brushed that woman’s hand.

I watched and gazed as she stood.

Seeing how she looked so good. 

She hadn’t really tried you see.

Seems to have come naturally. 

That never works for me you know.

Never is a rosy glow.

Pale and washed out is more like me.

Home for me, a cup of tea.

Hide my face from the world outside. 

Nothing to see here as I cried.

Beauty runs skin deep they say.

For me, the beauty ran away.