When it rains it pours,
Real life experiences translated into metaphors
The cuts from his tongue my bodyโs worn,
Fragile- delicate but still Iโm not a woman scorned.
See this journey Iโm up for,
Another show on this heartbreak tour,
The salty water which pours,
From my beautiful hazel soul,
Canโt cleanse the walls of my distorted ocean floor.
Cracked and broken,
Vines unwrapped,
My levees open,
Something deeper than shallow is what I was hoping,
The ropes around my heart are slowly unroping,
I thought I was a mermaid,
But under water,
Iโm chocking.
