SHE

There is a girl
Big eyes,
Maybe bigger heart
Cries like a baby
Rolled up to her thighs
Smiles with all her 32 teethes
And with her eyes

Beautiful just wont suffice
She is much more
Easy going, friendly
Lost in her world
Solving riddles
of some kind.

She carries the world on her shoulders
An atlas in her own rights
She is called on often
By friends and other
Who seek her time
Though she is always running
She stops
She finds time

She was born with her screw driver
She loves to fix things
Like a moth to light
She yearns for broken items
Why this fascination?
When Broken things
mostly rot and die


If you open your heart to her
She will readily curl in
If she opens her heart to you
You better curl in

She is just the kind of girl
Who will give you all the time
She will tell you everything
Who wont go for an easy out
But one day,
She will turn back
And walk away

On days she will cry
For the leaf that falls
On others she will pass
storms with smiles
She is something else
Something you can't reach
It upto her if she wants to reach you