Shiny Things

He bought her flowers and bangles of gold

All she wanted though was his hand to hold

Some of his time, and a piece of his mind

He thought the way to her heart was through shiny things,

But all she needed was for someone to open her wings

Someone who will tell her to fly and be herself

For life is too short to be stuck on a shelf

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