She's the girl who gets excited when the sky changes colors.
She's the girl who would like to pet every single animal on this planet.
She's the girl who is either too loud or too quiet.
She's the girl who sits at the window and watches snowflakes fall to the ground for hours.
She's the girl who looks at the night sky and tries to count the stars.
She's the girl who gets hurt easily by sentences or even words that are said too fast from people who care too little.
She's the girl who prefers rainy days with a cozy blanket and a book over sunshine.
She's the girl who is bored very fast and has no patience.
She's the girl who thinks more than she speaks and means more than she says.
She's the girl who believes that music is a medicine for the mind.
She's the girl who constantly worries about not being good enough.
She's the girl who is always told that she's too shy and too quiet, when in reality, the others are maybe just too loud.
She's the girl who has a good heart but sometimes that's the worst part of her.
She's the girl who asks 'why' after she is told 'I love you'.
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PoetryKennst du das? Wenn dir pausenlos tausend Gedanken im Kopf herum schwirren und es sich irgendwann so anfühlt, wie ein großer Haufen Spaghetti, den man einfach nicht mehr entwirren kann? Oder wie ein heftiges Gewitter, das durch deinen Kopf wirbelt...
