Unseen, Unheard

She is the flower that was trampled
The diadem broken and thrown
A heart broken with sorrow
The one that was sampled
Forgotten and alone
With perfection of her own
Talents left to drain in waters
The rivers that wash the pain away
She walked through life unseen
Jump through mirrors unheard
She is the crown worn with pride
She is the centerpiece of the attention
Time is a moment at the sight of figure
So graceful with beauty she lays
Pale with content
Blue she doesn't pretend
Gone with the wind
Adjusted to her bed
Cold she is still unseen, unheard