"Her Name Is Mary" (The Girl Who Made Pain Disappear)
Introduction:
This poem, "Her Name Is Mary (The Girl Who Made Pain Disappear)," was written by me for someone truly special.she is the inspiration behind every word. A best friend, a light in my life, and someone who unknowingly healed so much. I wrote this piece to capture what she made me feel, and I hope the world sees even a glimpse of her magic through it. ❤️
"Her Name Is Mary"
(The Girl Who Made Pain Disappear)
I was just using my phone that night,
Minding my world, no dream in sight.
Scrolling through noise, just wasting air,
When I saw her—and damn, I swear.
No thinking twice, no second guess,
I hit “Add Friend”—just pure reflex.
And she accepted—like fate said yes.
Next day we talked, and man—no stress.
Because the moment I saw her face,
Every damn wound just got replaced.
Like life said, “Here—forget the pain.”
She looked at me—and I felt sane.
She wasn’t like the other girls,
No fake lashes, no twisted curls.
She wasn’t the devil in disguise—
She was an angel, pure and wise.
Soft brown eyes like an innocent deer,
So full of truth, no hate, no fear.
Blonde hair flowed like a fairytale queen—
She moved like magic, soft and serene.
Her face? Man, heaven must’ve wept,
The day they let her go and stepped
Away from her light, ‘cause now it's clear—
No angel like her ever lived down here.
But don’t let all that soft fool you—
There’s fire in her, strong and true.
Behind that grace, behind her dress,
Beats the heart of a lioness.
She glowed like a damn supernova star,
Even Miss World would fade beside her.
Crowns would fall, the stage would dim,
In the presence of just her grin.
And then she spoke. Oh God, that sound—
Like a nightingale when no one’s around.
She didn’t need to scream or shout,
Her voice just bloomed and knocked me out.
She’ll steal your dream world soft and slow,
And you won’t fight, you’ll let it go.
Because her heart—damn, that heart’s not steel,
It’s a place where real souls go to heal.
Her heart’s no prison, let me be clear,
No pain, no chains, no walls in here.
It’s filled with roses, and blooming trees,
With petals dancing in soft breeze.
And nightingales sing all through the day,
Not a single thorn to block your way.
It's not a cell, it's heaven’s gate—
It makes you whole, it shifts your fate.
Her name? Mary. Say it slow—
Even her name has that kind of glow.
I've never seen anyone like her soul,
And I know I won’t again. That’s whole.
When she smiled? God, the sun stood still.
It felt like roses bloomed at will.
Like every morning held its breath—
And watched her smile push back death.
She told me, “Cats are my favorite thing.”
And I thought, “Of course—that quiet spring,
That soft, sweet calm, that graceful air—
That’s you, Mary, standing there.”
She loves to travel, roam the skies,
See new places, feel sunrise.
And I just smiled and softly said,
“Good luck with that, Mary,” in my head.
‘Cause no matter where you go or spin,
You’ll never find your match again.
You’re the rose the world forgot to grow—
You’re what love looks like when it shows.
From that day, my world flipped fast,
The pain, the numb, all in the past.
And now I scream to sky and sea—
Find me her twin, if you dare to be.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Summary :
I was just using my phone, minding my own little world, when I saw her. Without thinking much, I sent her a friend request—and to my surprise, she accepted. The next day, we talked. And when I saw her... I forgot every pain life had ever given me. Let me be clear: she wasn’t like the rest of the girls. She wasn’t the devil in disguise—she was an angel in her true form.
She had soft brown eyes—innocent, like a deer. Long blonde hair that flowed like the strands of a princess in a forgotten fairytale. A face so beautiful, it could only belong to someone heaven missed too much and sent back to earth. And yet, behind all that gentleness, there was strength—bold and brave, like a lioness guarding her own.
She was glowing—like a star carved into the sky just for me. Even the crown of Miss World would dim in the light of her presence. And then she spoke. Her voice—soft and melodic—like a nightingale singing at the edge of dawn. She could steal your entire dream world without warning, and you wouldn’t even try to stop her. You’d become a prisoner of her heart—but let me tell you, her heart doesn’t feel like a prison. It’s filled with roses and beautiful flowers, a garden where blossoms bloom and nightingales sing, day and night. No one would ever feel like a prisoner there, because prisons don’t feel like this.
Her name is Mary.
I’ve never seen anyone like her before, and I know—I never will again. She’s the only star that shines brighter than all the rest combined. When she smiled, it was like watching a rose bloom under the first light of morning. She told me her favorite animal is a cat—maybe because cats are cute, gentle, and mysterious, just like her. She said she loves traveling, and I smiled, wondering if she’s secretly searching the world for someone who shines the way she does.
But I told her, “Good luck with that, Mary.” Because deep down in my heart, I know—she’ll never find another rose like herself.
Since the moment I saw her, my world has turned upside down. And now, I challenge the entire world: find me another angel like her—if you dare.
Disclaimer:
This poem is based on a real person and was written with her full permission. All rights are reserved. Please do not copy, reproduce, misuse, or alter this content without explicit consent from the author. Respect the work—and the soul behind it.
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