Sensitive
She’s a tear-up
More than her friends
When she watches a moving movie
Everyone knows where she’s been
Her eyes are dry
But a little red too
But after a tear drop here and there
She’s brand new
Now laughter is her medicine
And she’s never ill
She’s too busy rejoicing
And laughter is her pill
Being sensitive is her utmost feminine side
She may be adamant about her beliefs
But injustice and brutality
Makes her weak
Be it on screen or life
She digs deep inside
To find answers
To end strife
Which speaks to her soul
So soft and bold
And opens the gates to her feelings
Though she never loses control
She may exude some hardness on the outside
For protections' sake
But in the inside she's soft as a light bulb
Every night and day
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