She
Just a little over 5 feet, she tiptoes to catch her dreams and follows them to where they may lead,
Just a little over size 37, she chases after her passion, not knowing where she may land,
In her oversized M shirts, she clad in her symbolic smile and sparkling eyes,
With her tiny palm, she grasps every opportunity that would make the world just a little better,
With her small jokes, she wants to make the world laugh a little louder.
Her almond shaped eyes twinkle at the wonders of the world with every blink,
With her bruised knees and cut wounds, she picks herself up with every trip,
Her taste of music may not be "Despacito",
But she is a "girl" who gets drunk by a can of "Rio",
Her alcohol tolerance may be zero,
But her tolerance in life is #goals,
She may be nineteen but never stepped a foot into Zeus on Friday nights,
She rather choose to cuddle under a blanket with hot chocolate and fairy lights,
Though she writes poems, she does not usually read poetry,
Where does she belong? Her nationality is another mystery,
See a huge scar on her left thigh that she got after she ran into a table in chemistry lab?
But no one sees the imprinted scars on her heart,
but that's okay, they were in the past..
She is living the time of her life now and that's what matters at last.
If she has the chance to re-live her life again,
she will still choose to be a little over 5 feet tall, bruised knees, scarred-heart "girl" with an oversized shirt running into tables in the chemistry lab.
I hope she does not change till her last breath.