she's a flower in my head, with all the words she said,
but she poured her heart and soul, into his pot of gold, and waited for him
to sell her away,

mentally abused she struggled with herself, not knowing where to look, you
could read her instinct like a book,

she hides away her tears, making it seem to appear, that she doesn't
need him anyway,

and as she whispers through my heart, the broken pieces which fell apart
suddenly got rearranged,

one thing that's bound to happen, she will never learn from this as she
takes a step back to laugh, she knows not ever wat she has missed...
 
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