That hopeless girl in me..
Deep inside the rational me, there’s this girl sitting dormant. Suppressed and put down by me. Waiting for a moment when I’ll let myself loose and she’ll pop out.
This day or that, I stop and think of her, with big honest eyes, she peeps out cutely.
I watch her come out gingerly and walk out in the breeze. She turns and twists and frolics around, dancing and giggling she moves about. Her thunderous laughter fills the air and you wonder what actually makes her so happy.
I watch her silently and let her take charge over me. Now I walk along her, wherever she goes. I try to catch up to her pace n style, her grace and rhythm. But I’ll never know where it comes from. So I leave it to her. I guess its her mettle to be merry.
She’s the one who wants to smell the flowers along the way, to run after the butterflies. To wave to the kids passing by and to blush at the sight of a guy.
Guys! Oh yeah she love ‘em! Head to toe a treat to look at. She loves that equanimity on their faces, that apparent strength in their gestures. The romantic knowing glare and that confident but respectful smile stretched on their lips. Turned on already! Just look at her.
I love to see her blush. Blush at the thought of someone. She blushes and giggles and doesn’t know what to do next. Then just turns around and tries to think of something else.
I like to let her loose sometimes, to have a look around, to croon a romantic story and flow along the tide. I like, to let her dare gaze into someone’s eyes and touch his heart, to fall in love and hold his hand.
But I just love to do all this. ‘cause even before someone looks back into her glazed eyes, I snatch the moment away. Before she could hold his hand, I tie hers and bury her again. Deep inside that rational me. To sit there waiting. Waiting for the door to open for the next time I let her free.
Free in her hopelessly pink world. Am sorry but am too scared to let her free… that hopeless girl in me..
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