by Nikhita Dodla
She wasn't ideal, I'll admit.
She was clumsy and stubborn,
Blazing late into nights and early mornings.
She was quite strange,
always ready to dive into the unknown.
But as I watched her,
Her hair resembling a dark brown halo,
Her eyes overflowing with tears,
Yet smiling brighter than any star could hope to,
I realized she trapped me,
and I didn’t want to get out.