Through the tears and the laughter,
She pretends to be worthy of the strength she flaunts
Everyone wants to know what she is after
On the surface, she doesn’t know what she wants
She submerges herself in her dreams
A delicate soul bounded by chains
She’s as cursed as she seems
Yet, she barely sustained through the last hurricane
And if anyone tries to save her
Their whole world would cave in
So, she toys with a bottle of liquor
To rid herself of desperation
No one knows what she is after
And if anyone could hold on
Through her tears and laughter
Maybe she could soldier on
She’s enchanting and ethereal
A tragedy with more drama a soul should witness
The fight inside left her the day of the memorial
Of her aunt’s passing with a quickness
But should anyone try to change her?
She allowed herself to drown
Should we blame her?
For being such a beautiful letdown?
I am longing for love and sensibility
I’m hunting for some kind of middle
But she’s only happy in her destructibility
Disappearing little by little
She’s soft to the touch
But fearful at the end, she’ll break
She’s never enough
And still, she’s more than I can take
I don’t know what she’s after
But she wears the crown
Yet, a horrible actor
Still, she’s such a beautiful letdown.
A revelation came to me in my dreams, and I had to write it out.
