Soft spoken
Gentle girl
Nice girl
Sweet girl
They don't see me
As a woman
A woman who has needs
Needs that will never be met
Satisfaction will never be known
Seeds remain unsewn
The chance you had
Has been blown
Away with ashes
In the wind
I hope you realize
One of these days
That I could have been
So good to you
So good for you
And now I will never
Get the chance to show you
Even though
I will forgive you
But I'm not ready
To forgive myself
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