She was
such
a romantic
who wore
empathy
on her sleeve
everyone
she met
would
profoundly
touch
her
soul
as she
traced
the essence
of their
being
she knew
how much
they suffered
and this
hurt her
so
ouch
she could feel
so deeply
that at times
she thought
her little
fragile
heart
would explode
all those
emotions
overwhelming
some days
she
hid
somewhere
between the
painfulness
and
sorrow
there
she would
wait
for the
moment to
pass
so she
can
breath again
then
she rise
up
hug a
tree
talk to
the wind
sing with
the birds
and seek
out rainbows
the colours
between
the
black
and
white
she was
such an idealistic
in a plastic
world
of make
believe
would she
survive
the
underworld
would she
ever see
beauty
as her life
unfolds
she was
a romantic
who wore
her
heart
on her sleeve.
MM C2015
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