She

Maverick

She was a beautiful mess,

like the stray hair on her forehead

that refused to oblige to the bun;

A chaos but an eye candy nonetheless.


Sometimes a conqueror,

And other times,

She would surrender

Like a lazy wave recedes to the ocean

After barely touching the shore.


What did her heart really want?

Well, she wasn’t always sure.


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