Will I be valid if I stop blooming my smeraldo,

Hidden something beneath their petals would be revealed if I do,

Burying in ground so deep than keeping the pride high,

A spectrum so broad and colorful that was kept from one side,

For those to hold me, for those I would hold,

The story is now different than what I have told.

I wanna bloom from both the sides,

Seek my validations before they deny.

Even if I like him, even if I like her,

I'm still me, myself and I.