She is not ur puppet , u don't pull no springs,
People say they can tell what kind of person she is by the way she talks,
Some say they can figure it out by the way she dress,
U aren't even close,
Only if you knew the pattern of her dreams on her head,
Or the grunt in her soul that fights her brain for repelling few things her mouth have to say,
Then, you can define her
To be....
A being who is like a door,
That single keys unlock,
Little do you know
She is priceless,
Whatever you say doesn't change a thing about her.
She have hold untamed ocean
With constant change in tides,
But stood her ground.
She might do thing stupidly,
Doesn't mean she is stupid.
So you know,
You don't judge a book by its cover.
©honeybel
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