A Sensitive Flower
a flower touched with Wind
that closes with the slightest touch
being called a ‘glass child’
yet i was the one that had to reconcile
i built up a Wall
suppressing my feelings
it would make me Bawl
to be Seen Through, yet still Disappearing
i am a sensitive flower
i Am a Sensitive Flower
So i’ll love some little-r things
i’ll Love the little-r things
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