Too young for love...
Too young to enquiry...
It's her kiddish teen,
The queen of the scene.
She leaves her room messy,
Cuz life's a bit sassy!
Diaries with scrects locked,
She lives in daydreams.
Being crazy about one person,
Pitter patters proves to be her emotional season.
Friends knock at the door,
Walk in to throw a party!
The world's in twist,
When you are lying admist
The future world
And the childhood dreams.
She likes to gloss her lip,
And adds a two in a gossip.
She does her nails,
Tiptoed on her high shoes.
Plunged in music all the while,
The lyrics tunes her smile.
For pensive moods she prefer,
A novelette dipped in true emotions.
Full of careless and nonsense feelings,
Smiling and dreaming of wonderful things,
Cuz it's her kiddish teen,
Where she's queen of the scene.
