Is it time for you to see the real me?
The me I leave locked up deep within the olive skin you find pretty
Behind the brown eyes that have a voice of there own
In a silent emotion that desires to be free
a part of me that equals trouble
a flower blooming wildly and strong
Tied down by little blessings and responsibility
feeling this way should be considered sinful
But I need an escape for you and I to belong
Belong to each other, within me
Forgotten passion as years passed quickly
Reminiscent of times I felt desirable
I'm submissive to the me I have hushed for too long
See me, the real me, find me completely.
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