The real me
You see the dark blue eyes on my face.
I see the things that have dark secrets keeping them in the shadows.
You see luscious lips.
I see two gates that hold in all of the things I wish I could say.
You see beautiful, manicured nails
I see sharp ends to my fingers that claw myself out of talking to anyone.
You see a charming young lady.
I see the little girl who wishes she could run and hide.
You see a girl who has everything and more
I see the real me
I see the things that have dark secrets keeping them in the shadows.
You see luscious lips.
I see two gates that hold in all of the things I wish I could say.
You see beautiful, manicured nails
I see sharp ends to my fingers that claw myself out of talking to anyone.
You see a charming young lady.
I see the little girl who wishes she could run and hide.
You see a girl who has everything and more
I see the real me