Flowers, water, and glass

A broken vase is worthless

To anyone but me

When they see a mess,

I see beauty

 

Most will turn away 

Brush it off as nothing 

But I'll run up to it

Mend it if I can 

 

People think I'm crazy 

For letting myself be cut 

On the shattered ceramic 

But I don't care 

 

Once glued back together 

It will return to the shelf

Once more full of yellow roses 

Different now from the others

 

Where others see a broken shell,

I see a lovely girl 

Who's heart is heavy and hurts

Because she is more than the broken pieces everyone sees

And I can see the true girl inside her scattered fragments and behind her floral fronts

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