She was addicted to flowers

And always had her light

She loved their sweet smells

And their colors so bright

She would kiss them good morning

And kiss them goodnight

She would nurse them at noon

Just for her own delight.

And through her long, lonely nights

Her flowers sang her to sleep

And through her moments of shame

Her bud close by she would keep

And through work days of painted smiles

Her grass was the only one who saw her weep.

She grew very attatched

To the distractions of her greens

She smoked her saddness into submission

And never let her weakness be seen

She continued on smiling for the show had to go on

And everyone fell for the picture perfect scene.