No One Knows Her

Here is a poem about a nameless woman

She used to be the cat's meow,

Strutting around just knowing she was fine.

Nowadays she's seen better days

So it's known around town.

Life has taken possession of her beauty

And time has tormented what was left.

She has been known and seen here and there,

But no one knows what she has left.

She's seen better days better than these

And one is left to wonder when.

No one can recall her name.

No one can remember her name.

No one has known her potential.

Only the remnant of her beauty remains.

She lives but we won't call it living.

She’s already half dead

And the rest remains to be seen.

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[Eternal Thought]

Peace and blessings king, this is FYYYYYAH!