One, two, three too many flaws she has.
Her hands were tainted with deception,
and her eyes reflected his rejection.
Her body slinks to his disapproval,
his disliking, she conquers with removal.
Too many times she let them walk away,
so little did she speak what she had to say.
One night she had an awakening dream,
and realized her life was what it shouldn't seem.
Her chest and head began to lift,
through his signals she learned to sift.
Her feet rest flatter when she walks,
and she learns to ignore when he talks.
Fight less because care is released.
Slowly this puzzle he gets pieced.
Little does he know she holds the key
and may no longer rely on he.
Funny thing pity can do to one,
especially when they take away the fun.
He's no necessity for anyone
and she knows the good of it being done.
He begins to find what he first saw,
and realized he was her only flaw.
