She

She's a mess, a glorious mess

Waiting for the one

Who'll call her “Love”

Not a bedroom replacement

Who wants her as A fixed retirement

A temporary promise

Not a betrayal

She wants to be the strings of your guitar

Which you gently plays

Your rhythm that slays

A love song, not pros and cons

She didn't want to be beautiful

Just because you told

It isn't the right thing to do

In this world full of ugly things

So just hold on

She's happy with all her masks

Wearing it proudly like a twinkling star

She wants scar, not perfection

Like everyone is craving for creepy attention

The pain you gave her

Is killing

And making her beneath

She's a war but she wants peace

Not anyone's sympathy or trust

Not even your second choice

She wants to be loved, First

Her path you made

Her choices you select

But she deserves more than sacrifices

More than acceptance

She's the fire, your deepest desire

Inside your brain

Over the lies

She's believer

You mixed poison in her wine

That grown like a swine

And lived in her

But she deserves more than toxicity and struggle

Cause she's an emotion

And unconditionally lover

She's a writer

writer of her Destiny

Heir of eternity

Yeah!

She's a mess

And bleeding tooth

Not so perfect, full of flaws

And sharp truth

All she want is just a word

To shatter contrary of patriarchy

That painful love, inside you heart is just

A dark storm.