I am Someone...
I am SomeoneWhosmells of freshly baked bread and cookiesmouth wateringcomfortingI want to talk with aCRUNCHyet speak like a melted chocolate river
I am SomeoneWhenI hear my own name fromhis sweet lipsMy Someone that I hold dear to my heartWashed away from the cruel tides ofadulthood drifting further from my graspyet we are closer than we've ever been before
I am SomeoneI swear I amThey see my curves,(caressed)My face, (slapped)My style, (slashed)You see me, right?Some see right through my swirls and curls and colorsSome see my skies and starsNo more candid eyesTimid smiles
I am WHO I amWe are WHO we areno fiter can ever change that.
I am SomeoneWhenI hear my own name fromhis sweet lipsMy Someone that I hold dear to my heartWashed away from the cruel tides ofadulthood drifting further from my graspyet we are closer than we've ever been before
I am SomeoneI swear I amThey see my curves,(caressed)My face, (slapped)My style, (slashed)You see me, right?Some see right through my swirls and curls and colorsSome see my skies and starsNo more candid eyesTimid smiles
I am WHO I amWe are WHO we areno fiter can ever change that.
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