"She remains a question unanswered. The one that you see in dreams and missing destinies. The one you write about in journal entries and diaries. She remains a mystery and an art form second guessed.
She's a string of lights made up of white lies and false flatteries. She seems to burn too bright but if she ever fades she'll soon be back. She's so stubborn that you'll want to devour her defiance and hold her in her place once she's near. She is hard to obtain but easy to lose. It takes more than the ordinary red roses, candles and photo-frames to catch her atention. This may be because her mind is as distracted as she'll make you feel.
Quiet isn't exactly her middle name but Hope is. Studious isn't well to describe her but driven is. And you'll never find anyone calling her perfect but she sure is beautiful; in her own eccentric way."
- Sunaina Garimella
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(A/N : Ladidadida)
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PoetryLetters written for the ones who want to know me or want to know the words that have been unspoken for so long.
