I do not own grace,

But a hidden beauty instead,

Hidden in the dark,

Until on me, a light will shed,

I can be pretty,

Be as gentle as the others,

Like those butterflies,

That lie in world’s love, smothered.

I’m comfortable,

In the shadows and lack of eyes,

Yet it would be nice,

To see what compliments will rise,

Afar I just witness,

Those bright wings I could never clutch,

As a hidden moth,

That admires spotlights too much.

(Idk)