She will be turning 22...

She is a girl of sad soul and broken poetries
She doesn't want to be found but always leave traces
She craves attention yet let it slip when it comes on her way
She is a collection of dismantled almost, of chaos and troubles, of nonsense paradoxes
She said she can yet she cried every single night
She sought solitude but tripped over loneliness
She looked for love and found it on wrong places
She tried so hard but life always tried harder than she

But she will be turning 22...

She will be a woman of contented soul and lifeful poetries
She will be everywhere leaving traces of love and happiness
She will be independent of other's opinion and mentality
She will be a collection of adventures, beers and wolves
She will believe in herself and no amount of doubt will surface
She will still seek solitude but never mistook it again as loneliness
She will no longer look for love; for now she knows that love will find her eventually
And she will try a little harder everyday than life could ever did

She turned 22.