hey! it's me.

By Medha Mishra

You might or might not find me dancing if left alone for a sec,

My eyes disappear when I laugh,

I sometimes get little more excited over chocolates

And a nice cold coffee might lift my mood.

I might say I don’t know to your what do you want to eat after saying no to almost

the whole menu,

I might cry if you yell at me or just punch you in the face

And my thoughts are a little more tangled than my hair!

I might forgive while still hurting,

I might laugh a little louder that you may think,

And my cry might have no sound at all.

By Medha Mishra