My tears
Become
An archway
Made of glowing
Violet sparks
And teal waters
The Sun tries
To dry
Them out
But this is
My prominence
This is my truth
From deep down inside me
From my roots
The arch
Drips
So softly
Into my eyes
Glazing o'er
Them into lenses
The Sun tries
To dry
Them out
To dissipate them
And fill me
With doubt
But this is
My prominence
This is my truth
From deep down inside me
From my roots