A Wallflower Was She

She was a wallflower.

Ever so beautiful, Ever so fragile.

So easily encryptable,

But no one took an effort to do so.

She yearns to be remembered,

To be loved.

But a wallflower was she

Ever so beautiful, Ever so fragile.

Attachments could fill her with joy and mirth.

And detachments?

It wouldn't break her,

It would kill her.

So she chose to remain

In her perfect world,

Where magic was real and love was true.

She was a wallflower.

Ever so beautiful, Ever so fragile.