There’s too much to endure in silence br Or harbor in deep remorse br Your developing interest elsewhere br Rocked my boat off its coast br br Your once, cascading sunlight br Engraved my soul in scars br Butterflies flee out of me in seconds br Dousing all the kindled embers br br My relentless misty salted tears br Gush out as if in a spree br I’m lying into a pool of crimson red br Washing myself, from me…br br Nisha Butterflydreamsbr br