Growth of a Woman in Pieces

Thick humidity of memories clog a small girls heart That pitter-patter like soft, insignificant rain Such a lonely life was just an urban myth But I knew the truth of it all Soaked to the bone, or rather the soul, I took a troubled breath And I spoke my deep blue feelings to a stagnant sea The shivered incoherence of my desperate pleas Went, in tortured time, unanswered 17, forcing out a pained smile Feigned and faded, frustrated and fated Destiny leaped and hollered at a touch of weakness Scribing plans in stone that scare me more than anything Years went blurry and disoriented, surviving on withering hope Yet eventually my feet moved slowly, again and again and again 23, I speak my light blue feelings to tricking streams 23 and my god I hope, I know, forever and ever on