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Hey, how many water images and metaphors can you find?! Lol

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You were my sun shiner but now my sun setter.
Your love was like a mist but now my days keep getting wetter.
Torrential rain drenches my clothes and my pride don’t look no better,
So I fill my cup with heartache
And toast to greener pastures.

Drunken with dreams, I still walk down the rocky pathways,
Stumbling, hoping, lonely,
If I slip will someone catch me.
My mind is constantly moving,
Skimming over any deep streamed thoughts,
If I stop too long my mind begins to wade,
In all of memories ponds.

Ive left your hands,
And landed right into my own palms.
Instead of following your map,
Ive lead myself into my own arms,
An unfamiliar sea.
Its funny how I know all your movements,
Like the moon predicts the oceans tidal,
But if someone quizzed me on myself
I would lose the reigning title.
So when I glance on tops of waters
Its like I’m staring at a stranger.
She looks homeless,
Don’t wanna stare too long,
It might offend her.

But I wonder, if shes ever bathed in love.
Or if the sour stench of hurt just overflows and seems to flood.
And I wonder, why her face looks so tired.
Maybe the ripples of his lies caused the waves on her skin to rise higher.
And why she looks so thin,
Perhaps the sips her soul of were drowned by her diet of vodka and gin.

Wait. She looks familiar;
Reminds me of a girl whose weak plea I couldn't quite decipher.
Too late, his dams pressure submerges me in the puddle.
Only the faint murmur of my cries through shattered air bubbles
Voice my struggle…