I am Someone...

I am Someone
Who
smells of freshly baked bread and cookies
mouth watering
comforting
I want to talk with a
CRUNCH
yet speak like a melted chocolate river



I am Someone
When
I hear my own name from
his sweet lips
My Someone that I hold dear to my heart
Washed away from the cruel tides of
adulthood drifting further from my grasp
yet we are closer than we've ever been before



I am Someone
I swear I am
They see my curves,(caressed)
My face, (slapped)
My style, (slashed)
You see me, right?
Some see right through my swirls and curls and colors
Some see my skies and stars
No more candid eyes
Timid smiles



I am WHO I am
We are WHO we are
no fiter can ever change that.




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