a real veronica.. 😇
doesnt want to look - weak...
she has too much - pride..
too much - potential...
she rhymes : like a guitar..
walks like a lioness..
but it is the pride..
irony of it...
she just wont be happy : if some1 gifts it to her..
or buys it for her..
for she knows in her insides : she can earn it..
and she is all blessed by god and mother..
but she doesnt understand the cockroach jar..
it is what blinds her..
for she was made : for greatness.
she thought :
the memories would fade away..
better 1 ; awaited her life of pretty and intelligent ...
...i guess she asked too much..
for i know : gratitude is the key ...
i think this is where she drifted apart ...
she knew she deserved - better...
she dint knew : if she had time to look back..
for she was too scared : for the loss : it mattered..
but after few years of it ...
she being in a maze : all pretty and still wide eyed...
she seems 'happy'...
and who am i : to judge?
my way to home : is long and sure..
coz i could never wish it away..