She('s)

She('s), upload feito originalmente por Lumase.

She can be light as a spring afternoon, yet heavy as a mountain summer storm. Just like me.
She's pensive, she seems quiet, she hates noisy companies and too many people gathered together. Just like me.
She can sing loud for hours the same song, leading to madness, and suddenly become sad and gloomy without an apparent reason, and without giving out explainings for such a behaviour. Just like me.
She's sensitive to beauty, she's obsessed by clothes (me not...), she loves to draw things for everybody; she likes numbers and figures, I do prefer letters and shadows.
She's strong enough to say things like this three-hours-ago sentence: no worries if you both fight and want to separate: you could always build another family.