The Cancer Woman

Every other girl is the perfect woman

Down to earth, submissive and hardworking

With all womanly sweetness and softness

But she's always been a different girl

Independent and bold, yet timid in her mind

She surfaces as a strong and stubborn feminine

Yet she's the most fragile at heart

Behind closed doors water wells from her eyes

She would lie the whole day sulking

And if she's asked why, it's always nothing

But inside she knows she's made up

A thousand reasons in her head to feel melancholic

On some days she's so lazy you would hate her

All she would want to do is lie on her bed daydreaming

Of almost impossible things she wants to do

And all the serene places she wants to be at

This moment she's sweet, laughing and happy

In a twinkle of minutes wrinkles appear on her face

She'll always feel she doesn't need anyone

But her heart yearns for true companionship

Her past and hurts gnaw at her all the time

Only know one sees it because it's all in her head

Only the ones who have the purest minds and hearts

Can see through to the pain behind her violent laughs

She's all forms of complicated, which she hates

She would sell her thoughts for a bucket of peace

The most twisted things go through her mind

And never stops until her head hits the pillow

But in all her complications the most beautiful thing

Is that the cancer woman would be the best thing

That could ever bring you happiness of a lifetime

But in the same happiness little bouts of wrangling pain