She's a poem which he'll never understand
The set of vocabulary he never had
Rules, none followed
Full of error yet mellowed.
She's the music he'll never forget...
She's a becan of light
Her life is beyond foundation and mascaras
If you look closely you can see it in her eyes
She's a mess of gorgeous chaos
A song that never dies..
She is entangled within her own strings
Pull one of them and she retreats
She can be the sound that the wind drowns
But for me,
The only voice that makes my heart pound.
'Handle with care' is how people described her,
Cuz no one could find the way out!
- Kushagra Joshi
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