When she meets someone she likes She opens one of the gates up.
They still have a while to go to See who she really is.
She's hapless at romance, Not getting a chance with anyone Because she merely watches Romance from the side lines, Only able to analyze it, Never truly experiencing it, Not knowing the full reality of it, Basing her decision to be closed off From only observation.
Maybe someday a guy will Sweep her off her feet, But who will he be?
Because of miscommunication she cannot Get her feelings across.
Apparently she keeps her Feelings hidden far too long Because she wants others to Be happy.
She is shunned for her Want to make everyone else Happy before herself, Making her the lone wolf, Who merely observes, Watching from the woods, Howling at the moon, Sad to be alone, But not sure if it'd make a Difference or not in happiness If she were to be placed together with another wolf.
She likes her freedom, but Is pulled like a rope between Freedom and commitment, trying To find a balance.
She's not sure, but not patient With the matter, she likes to Push it deeper into herself, to ignore The loneliness, and look into the future, Hoping it'll be better than the miserable Balcony that she stands on, watching Couples kiss and hold hands, Frowning and then smiling, Having conflicting emotions.