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Mark Lecuona Aug 2015
She was a garden of a girl
Petals falling all around
Being stared at without a sound
Foot prints uninvited
Picked without permission
She felt like a church
Kneeling close to her thorns
They knew only pain
Though her beauty drew them near
But then everyone left
They expected she would stay
While she lived quietly
With the rain and the sun
Sadly knowing she had no name
It was like she was an arm
Or a nose
But instead it was a flower
Or a bee
But what about a life line?
Neither water or sunshine would do
She was alone though you loved her
You only wanted to touch her
And take a part of her home with you
But you left her behind
Because that was how you wanted to think of her
Like a garden for you to visit
While she waited
Devoted to you
But though she felt trampled
It was alright
After all she was a garden of a girl
And not everyone knows what to do

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