brown skin mixed with brown skin
your skin upon my skin our skin has become one
tangled up with love pain hidden and befuddled
past hurt creeping up like a Mississippi dam during a flood
eyes big brown eyes you say four but I only see two
the two I can see through
when your mad
being nonchalant
dreaming of the days and they ways our minds and souls collided with passion
the long hugs and kisses during the night with stars flashing
the uncertainty of love was at full bloom
the uncertainty of me and you was it too good to be true…
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