Does growing up mean that you are not allowed to feel?
Is it about covering up your scars so well that we all forget the burdens that these shoulders have carried?
Am I entering a competition to see who can tape together their broken pieces the best?
Does growing up mean putting a piece of duck tape over your stories to silence the sum of who you are?

Because if that's what this is...
I beg of you,
Please do not make me do that.

Wrap me in your arms into your embrace
Hold my body tight and softly caress my face
Passion is what I feel when I look into your eyes
When your lips touch mine I let out soft sighs
With a mere kiss on my cheek
My legs suddenly go weak
Your kisses are so sweet and warm
Causing the butterflies in my stomach to create a storm
My lips are for you to clasp
And when you do I'll let out a gasp