By Yadawanka Pala
She's a twisted breath of fresh air,
Not the usual kind-
Kaleidoscopes hover the fringes of her brain;
Unicorns run at the back of her mind.
She's made up of drama and disaster,
When she allows herself to be-
Because "boring" is never a choice;
Madness is mandatory.
She's fire beneath her sunshine smile,
A mini-monster, yet if you hold her hand-
Tamed and reluctant she would be;
Forseeing forever in a minute and filled with glee.
She curls up under whatever flaw you possess,
and makes sure you know that from then on-
She's worth the time you invest.
She's a woman.
Keep it up darling. ?
Loved this! Flows like river. Beautiful, superlunary and yet precisely pertinent.
Loved it. The last two lines, especially
Inspiring!! Beauty with brain ? God bless you love
I love the flow of your writing
Amazing work! This is a beautiful poem.
Don’t ever stop. You’re amazing. <3
Lovely
I literally love your writing❤