She

She don't want to have party,

she don't want to go high.

She wants to smile, she wants to fly.

She is a flower, let her grow

she would scare cause of your blow.

Let her to be free, let her to glee

she is happy when you let her to be.

She loves to sing, she loves to dance,

let her have wings lets give her a chance.

She is not meant to be your toy,

she makes you man from a boy

she wants you to compliment her,

but your every click makes her blur.

Give her everything she deserve

tell her, she don't have to preserve

she is beautiful the way she is,

think, for you she is such a bliss.

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