Mar 2013
When You Find It, I'll Stop Loving You
Her baby blues were stained
green. A sea-like portrait of salty
waves rolling in - then
down her cheek. In the mirror,
she sees herself; Three parts
beauty and one part
rage (no one remembers
the anger in the good times).
There's a hurricane brewing
deep in her soul - she sees
herself at sea. She sees a
tear, and watches it fall slowly
to the raging waters
beneath her. *A drop in the
ocean. Lost at sea.
Exactly the way she wants to be.
Her baby blues were stained
green. A sea-like portrait of salty
waves rolling in - then
down her cheek. In the mirror,
she sees herself; Three parts
beauty and one part
rage (no one remembers
the anger in the good times).
There's a hurricane brewing
deep in her soul - she sees
herself at sea. She sees a
tear, and watches it fall slowly
to the raging waters
beneath her. *A drop in the
ocean. Lost at sea.
Exactly the way she wants to be.
