THE GIRL WHO NEVER WAS.

In the depths of dreams, she softly dwells,
A girl that never was, but one can tell,
Her spirit dances on the edge of time,
A soul so fragile, yet so sublime.

Her presence whispers in the gentle breeze,
A tender touch that puts hearts at ease,
But alas, she remains a ghostly wisp,
A figment of imagination’s twist.

Her laughter echoes through the empty halls,
A melody that resonates and enthralls,
Yet, no one hears her joyful laughter,
For in this world, she doesn’t belong.

Her eyes, like stars, sparkle with untamed light,
Reflecting dreams that shimmer in the night,
But the world remains blind to her beauty, rare.
Unaware of the magic she could share.

Oh, how I long to hold her hand and say,
“You are not alone, my dear, in this land,
Though invisible, your essence shines so bright,
And your absence leaves an emptiness, a blight.”

For she is the girl that never was,
A soul lost in the labyrinth of because,
But in my heart, she finds a place to dwell,

A timeless story, I’ve lived to tell.