Her

Like the swaying if her hair, her life is wavy.

Her eyes' like the ocean that when you dive in, you would not want to go up to gasp for air.

          Her life is so much interesting inside her head,

          And taking chancing is her way ahead.

They say that people will love you the way you love yourself but even if she love deeper, she's hunted by fear.

She's chained to the past and none could ever break the string.

Her mind is her adversary, blocked with empty memory.

          She has river on her face; before she was saved, she's lost in her own             personal mission.

          She finds comfort in her pain,

          Sane in the storm and cure in her poison.