Maybe its the way her freckles get visible under the redness of her anger,
Maybe its the way she snorts when she laughs
Or the way her eyes light up like the twinkle of the stars.
Maybe its the way she is so gentle ,
yet hard as a rock beneath the exterior.
Or they way she awaits transmutation and
stands strong as the lone believer.
Maybe its the way her lips move at the speed of a lightning,
And her voice like silk ,give words more meaning.
Maybe its the way she is scared of love
To care for someone too much
A heart such,
That isn’t afraid to be broken, yet keeps reminiscent of
It’s breaker.
When she was to choose between her heart and mind,
She’d always choose the latter,
Never did she realise, her mind was her only traitor.
Maybe its the way she was too quite for days ,
So much so that it is too exasperating to endure.
Maybe its the way she is too loud ,
That you could almost see the inferno igniting from her core.
Maybe its the way she took things too momentously,
She won’t let anyone touch it fearing it might fall apart.
Or maybe its the way she took things so frivolously,
That you are convinced, that nothing ever could bitter her shining heart.
Maybe its the way she wanted everything but settled for nothing.
Maybe its the way her smile is the only reason for your being.
Maybe its the way her essence is an open end,
Maybe its her walls, building which, her years were spent.
Maybe its the way she didn’t let anyone in yet created the illusion of being an open book, Maybe its the way her thoughts resembled a fast flowing Brooke.
Maybe its the way her very presence could elicite darkness from every corner of the earth,
Or maybe its the way she moves ,
Floating as the onlookers were left dazed with mirth.
Maybe its her everything
Maybe its her nothing
Wrapped up in her world,
her Elysium.
