She was Musical…

A loner by choice

A lover by destiny

She swirled around,

Insecure;

 

Hiding away constantly

from the judging eyes

She walked past the street,

as if impure;

 

Sooner or later she decided

to go with what was the flow.

She decided to be what she was

Original;

 

Though she was insecure,

Thought she was impure,

Ended up being original

She was nothing but,

Musical…

 

One of my first compositions, these lines are very close to me. It’s simple and understandable yet very special for me. Hope you like it too. Do let me know.

Thank you.