My lovely rebel

Walking on the pebbled path, she looks back once...
Looks back again, she smirks, she smiles,never cries...
Leaving a thunderstorm in her wake, she walks on...
A little jump, a small hop, a tiny skip and she turns...


She picks her fights, her moments, her glories...
Forgiving always, when I err, she cares for all...
Laughing out loud, she banishes the blues...
Stutters sometimes, mumbles to herself, for all she cares...


Words of wisdom she spills often, I just smile then...
Sometimes she plays, sometimes she seems broken...
Not yet a complete woman, a kid at times...
"whateva" she almost always chimes...


Have never set sights on her...
Dont know if I ever will...