When I'm with you
I am raw.
So he sat there and watched me.
When all of you is gone
Tamyka Bell
This is me.
This is all that I am.
This is all that you made me,
Or should I say...
This is all that you showed me,
And this is all that I want.
Did he know I was raw?
Did he see right through
Into my core?
So why did he turn his head,
Look away,
Walk away?
When most people see, they want to stay.
That human eyes can see,
I know the piece of you
That lives on inside of me
Will strip me raw
And never let me be;
A beautiful reminder
That I am finally free.
10 August, 2004
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