And she dances away with a smile on her face
 

So candid, full of joy and life
 

But only to the naked eye, will she appear to be this way
 

Little do you know she is depressed and oh boy, oh boy, I'll tell you what, she is strong
 

nothing but a warrior; inside that warrior is a battle.
 

A battle within herself
 

generally she's fighting her insecurities
 

but it's so much deeper, so complex
 

A battle deeper than, deeper than the ocean
 

Deeper than the earths core
 

And she is hard core
 

Harder than an erection, colder than ice
 

And this is what she does
 

She draws them in and lures them into her pool of lies
 

Her sea of mislead souls
 

Is she half full or half empty?
 

She is nothing
 

She is awful
 

And SHE has the audacity to spill herself on he
 

On him
 

Or rather in him
 

She leaves a taste in his mouth, awful but addicting.
 

She's like wine,
 

She likes wine
 

She is wine
 

And she winds them up in her whirlpool
 

Picked and tossed, squeezed, drained of who she used to be.
 

Left to age
 

By then she is hurt, bruised up, and sold to the rich white man in with the blue tie.
 

Cold until someone picks up the bottle, she's shaped like one too.
 

Finally wanted, of course for the wrong reasons, it's her time.

All the dreadful nights on those lonely nights and she transforms into the tear he sheds on that's awful night when she felt to fight.
 

Finally free, you'll remember me and she feels complete.
 

 

And she,
 

Is she complete?
 

She does this often but the warrior won't let her down, she it lets her down. Tugging on her, pulling her in like the wave that it is.
 

She's drowning. She drowns in her own misinterpretation of what she should be.
 

Tossed at sea, she's a treasure that will never be retrieved.