Faux ‘I don’t care’ looks I gave, Trying to put my mask of being naïve “Liar, Liar pants on fire” looks you made me encounter, Exclamation on book references coming from my echo sounder. Making me brave in that comical flabbergasted situations. We are the imperfect mentally retarded creations.
Some girls are the emerald atop of the hill, The ones kissed by sunlight. Chameleons, changing from a wildflower to a daffodil. The Riding Hoods, travelling in the forbidden with courage and might.
“Platelets heal injuries on flesh. Motivational leaflets heal injuries on heart.” Heal
We are growing, It doesn’t mean in knowledge, In attitude, in personality, in age. It means we learn to hide our pain. More elegantly.
“Why leave your heart blank? Paint it in corals, sapphires, emeralds, turquoise and crimsons. If the brush is unavailable use your hand”- Enigma
Time to slide back in her casing, Knowingly, sat she, star gazing. Difficult to mould herself again into a stranger, Be the ultimate nerd like Hermione Granger.