Fragments of the Heart

Mary Was a Little Flower

Fragments of the Heart

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F R A G M E N T - 32

Mary Was a Little Flower

As innocent as a flower,
Mary didn't know much.
She was never the girl of the hour,
always the last in power.

She held not one opinion,
her friends never of much guidance.
Always lost in a garden of champions,
her heart never found a companion.

Mary was a small flower with a small figure,
people made sure she knew that.
Every time she stares at her mirror,
she sees a weed short and bitter.

She knew not what to do,
until she found a solution.
Without her leaves she'd worry few,
and with big bad scissors she got rid of them, her petals too.

Not one knows what happened to Mary,
for the last thing she did was destroy her beauty.
Today or tomorrow we hope she comes back,
but that's all we do.

We expect until we're lighter.