I met a girl,
In blue jeans and crazy shoes.
As the sayings goes" give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world".
She has an enchanting crooked smile, a bittersweet kind of smile.
A smile that hides all her scars..
A smile  of a victor.
But once it hit the night and she is all alone, she find a place to hide and soothe her wounds. She burns inside and sheds tears, just like a candle when it melts.
Tears comes from the deepest and darkest corners of the heart..
Trapped in her own thoughts and insecurities she wished she could rehearse a life,
She definately would have erased  those life patterns that  only makes sense to God.

she had lain there, spent and numb,
The uncomfortable wet pillow, woke her,
She looked at her phone, and it was 3 am....
For lack of better thing to do, she sang  her favorite song "amazing grace"..the lyrics aligned with her thoughts.
She lift her arms in praise and reminded herself of his unnever ending grace and conditional love,
A love like no other...
With renewed strenght and hope, she waited for the sunrise..