She loves the colour white,
Her favourite colour is black.
She loves the angelic aura of an angel,
She loves the wings of a devil.
She loves being alone and quiet at a corner of the couch as she curls up with a good book,
She loves being wild and be the life of the party as she dances in the middle of nowhere.
You'd see her in a beautiful white sundress,
You'd see her in a black tank top with a black skinny jeans.
You'd see her beautiful long wavy hair falling till her waist,
You'd see her gorgeous, freshly cut bob.
You'd see her crying as they surround her with painful criticisms,
You'd see her standing upright, facing the fiercest man as she gives him a deadly glare.
You'd see her twirling in her dress with her gorgeous heels,
You'd see her running down the street with her boyish sneakers.
They'd see her throwing her head back as she laughs at the lamest joke,
They'd see her slightly frowning as she tries to focus on solving the mathematics question.
They'd see her studying quietly at her desk,
They'd see her yelling at her screen as she games.
They'd see her writing a beautiful story,
They'd see her madly tearing pieces of her work.
They'd see her eyes twinkle and sparkle like the night sky,
They'd see her dull and lifeless dark eyes like the abyss.
Thought you know her?
Thought you understand her?
Think again.
You're probably wrong.
