The Girl I Am

I am a silly girl 

With hardwired flaws.

Recently I let my curls unfurl.

I contemplate lyrics while the song's on pause.

 I can be a feather falling down,

But a momentary gush of wind 

Can make me fly again over the town.

I can be a grown-up and a kid.

Small things can make me happy;

Small gestures can win my heart.

My style is simple and not sexy or wacky;

I am too dumb for a tongue sarcastic and tart.

I have love for all things sartorial.

In judgement I am often incorrect:

It takes me long to understand what's right and who's real

And often it's too late to resurrect.

I dwell on my mistakes and fears.

I capture moments in snapshots.

When I am alone I succumb to tears,

I run away instead of disentangling the knots.

I am a silly girl 

With hardwired flaws.

But I hope to amend them as my world does whirl,

To move on; to start a new clause.