“Because I want to be the best.”
Her cliché annoys me yet amazes me.
Too hackneyed to take it seriously but it’s true.
A time eater, an unbeatable achiever.
Could see her stern expression every time tangled thread of woes was still unsolved.
As the thunder growled, well of tears in eyes about to flow, blocked by a fictitious smile of hers
The thought of failure sent a shiver down her spine
Yet radiated positivity through her veins
A conqueror, couldn’t easily back down.
Doesn’t want to be defeated
A young lady of elegance, of passion with inspiring words who touches ones’ hearts.
Too hard to find anything just to tickle her soft side.
Couldn’t wait to see this future physician wearing her magical stethoscope, giving her hands to sick.
Little Circe, dream big, craft the most colorful fireworks; make them the most magical as fairytales’!