She is the odd one out of twelve
The one’s spirits are offen low
Often she gives the cold shoulder
She wants to be alone in her own world
Her life is often moody
She sees doom and gloom around every corner
Yet somewhere deep within lies hope
Where some day she might pull herself out
From bleakness she sees herself in
Hoping one day she might reconnect with her siblings



Following her sister
She comes wearing a flaming
Red dress to dazzle all.
She is stunning, the older one
Who knows when to tone down in the end.
She is quick to start relationship
Only to start giving cool shoulder.
She lets feel like you’re on a desert
Then makes you feel you’re riding waves
With cool breezes blowing by.
She’s a mix bag in the end.
She gives you one more chance of fun
Then snatches it away later
Leaving you to what will come ahead.