The Girl
The Girl
She must be crazy, a tempest untamed
Her laughter's a spark, wild and unnamed
She pirouettes through twilight, chaos her muse
A kaleidoscope of wonder, all colors infused
The girl I dot on, she's the moonlit tide
A whirlwind of stardust that refuses to hide
The girl I dot on, a fever, a flame
Her innocent madness, a thrilling game
He’s the midnight shadow, sharp and aloof
A cold constellation, distant and proof
That behind his icy armor, his gaze seeks her glow
Her chaos breaks him, a truth he won't show
She dances in his silence, her charm divine
Pulling at threads of his carefully drawn lines
Her touch paints his gray world with hues intense
The girl he dot on, reckless innocence
Penned by Mysticaanjali ✍️
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