She was a beautiful mess.
The one who needs no cleaning up,
But he was a neat freak,
Who demanded her to be perfect.
She was a shining moon,
But he craved for distant stars.
She tried and tried and tried,
To be the one, he desired for,
But failed, miserably,
She was forlorn.
He was forlorn.
And it didn’t work out.
She lost all the faiths,
In love, in relationships.
Until the day, when she met someone.
The magical guy.
Who embraced her glorious mess,
Adored her freckled cheeks,
Her chaotic heart,
Her abstract pieces of art.
She had never thought that,
One day, she could turn into a rainbow,
Full of vibrant colors.
Never thought,
She could always remain an original.
And one day, someone would love her just for that.