She smiles so bright,
Like a lucid light,
In a dark night.
She laughs so loud,
Like a booming thunder,
Behind those thick clouds,
But dear..
She is not in love.
She fixes her hair with grace,
And beautify her face,
Enough to satisfy a gaze.
She acts so well,
Like a mysterious angel,
From heaven,she fell.
It looks like she's attracting someone..
But dear..
She's not in love.
She writes deep poems,
From dusk till dawn,
Her very own syndrome.
She's out of her mind,
Crazy of something,
But she says, "It's nothing ".
She may act like a crazy women.
But dear..
She is not in love.
Her smiles are the signs of moving on.
Her laughs are the signs for the new world to turn,
Her beauty is for her own satisfaction,
Her acts are her decision and not her choice,
Her poems are deep, expressing her feelings and her own self,
Yes, she is crazy! It shows but she'll never admit it.
Dear...
She's not in love.
She's broken deep inside and just trying to fix herself.