Among her scars,
All I saw,
Were her nonchalant personality,
And her surreal beauty.
The eyes that were deep enough to carry an ocean.
The smile that was pretty enough to make me wonder,
How, well how can someone so poised carry a heart that was erupting a volcano.
A volcano of emotions which were making her cry,
And with her tears even the oceans getting dryed.
She needed love.
She needed attention.
I saw her and I knew,
It would be me to change her perception.