Invisible Admirer Poem by Lucy Gray

It hurts
that you don't notice
me in my bluest blue dress.

It is brisk
It is brisk
You are cold
and I am melting

before you I flush
to my reddest of red
like the lipstick
I wear
for you

It is brisk
It is brisk
and still
You don't notice.

Blind to my blue and my red
Whilst I stare a your
silver and gold
and before you I melt
to ashes and coal

and still you don't notice.
Still I am blue
and the sky droops down
over me,
not you.
You are shining
You are shining

You are the stars
I am the void
in which you hang

You thrive
even when you die
I still see you

But you are blind
to my blue and my red.

Still,
you don't notice.

It hurts
that you don't notice.