The Haries

 Once there was a time when she dressed to impress.
But someone had to dislike her dress.
    And now she is a mess, too shocked to know what to dress.
    And my guess is that she was wearing the best,
      better than the rest.

 Oh, fair flow, that her fingers went through.
It couldn't explain the pain and the disdain.
And her sunny smile discovered a rainy frown.
    ( No more white crown).
She expected to find her soul mate there.

It was much for her heart  to anticipate.
When it happened she felt as  if her heart got kicked
out her rib cages. And her fate was to lay in pain, on her bedroom floor,
not leaving the door. Still dressed in the dress that represents her current life situation.

 Oh, fair flow, that her fingers went through.
It couldn't explain the pain and the disdain.
And her sunny smile discovered a rainy frown.
    ( No more white crown).

She expected to find her soul mate there.

The shock was a matter of a disease.
And she couldn't catch a breeze.
The Haries have only been rumored by the fairies, that these days eat too many berries.
The person she gave her heart to, had the size of a cherry.
And that's why she's on the floor and not merry.

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