I am your oversized t-shirt girl
A dress looks pretty and so does curls
Yet I’d tie my hair into a messy bun
Eat those calories turn by turn
I run to what you’ve got to hide
You’d find me chasing the sky tonight
There are stars, galaxies and then, lamer stuff
I mumble words to whatever turns up
I am your brother in an all men gang
I’d sneak in and out to ladies rant
I know of no shades to pink and hues
I ditch the paparazzi for monday blues.
Shopping bags are not my spree
Diamonds don’t set me free
I’d laze in my room over a cricket match
Go cycle the words to ditch a gossip clan.
No. I am not the tomboy you think I am.
I dream as much as you think you can.
There’s rock, there’s jazz, and a friday pop
I sing, I fail and then dance it off.
I’d be a radio if you’re tuned in right
No not your muse but a lady in plight!
There are books and verses you’ll never read
No not your find but a dreamer I plead.
I’m your oversized t-shirt girl
A dress looks pretty and so does curls.
You smile to the endless twists and turns
A lady to your rescue, would you dare to love?
P.S. This is me summarized for you in a poem. I celebrate what lies within me today! I’d love to hear your story too.
Thank you for reading.
Never let the words fall short! 🙂