She has been walking on her own

for more than two decades.

Grown-up so finely,

she always concurs that her world is beautiful.

Revels in every inch of its twist and turn, 

breaches the rules that she thinks shoddy, 

Unpleasantly, she was alone,

she is choosing to be.

She closed the door firmly.

She built a high fortress.

"No one is gonna understand me either",

she grumbled.

Perhaps she is waiting for that good guy,

to share nights with hobbies, mindsets, and happiness.

Perhaps you are the one she wanted to scramble up the fort,

knock the door, 

take her hands,

and show her,

that if she thinks her world is beautiful,

you can show that with you the world is going to be exquisite.