Biting my lips
Have a gratifying effect of holding back tears
Because tears give away the uncomfy fancy
That I am such a girly girl
I am in a tug of war
To become a respectable woman
Throwing all kind of tantrums
On the way forward
Choosing pastels over pinks
Giving up on skirts & frocks
Tying my hair instead of leaving it
For the whims of wind
Letting go of cheap romance comedies
And committing to the classy doomed love stories
Realizing that there is no fairy-tales in life
Only a sprinkle of joy here and there
Only the goal matters,why should it matter
Whether I win by fair or foul means?
The fear that someone is keeping check on my actions
Is encouragement for sticking to the fair ways........
