She hums the songs,that can make your heads turn..
She reads the books, that can have the lives burn..
She is no poet,but the poem itself
Give her enough rope & she will climb herself..
She wants no sympathy but someone to hear,
She dies inside everyday, yet let her smile cheer..
Beneath the coats of smiles & jokes
She lives a life where the humanity chokes..
She is full of flaws,not at all kind..
Always confused, her sanity is hard to find..
She is a piece of blank coloured paper
With no poetry or animation..
The kind of gal who can always strike
to an artist or writers fascination..
She isnt pretty but one of a kind
In the ways she embraces herself..
An ordinary gal with an extraordinary mind
Neither the vamp nor the fairy or the tiny little elf..👻