She's a leader in her mind
She's a Queen within her dreams,
She's a Shakespeare of her time
If only she were seen.
She'll never be remembered
She'll never be foreseen
She'll never be a metaphore in someone else's dream....
She'll never be a Rolling Stone
cause she's never really in the zone.
She walks alone. talks alone. strolls down the vacant halls alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another very enjoyable piece...your poetry has that easy going flow to it, that is the sign of a natural poet! Nice work! Hugs, dee