I learned to float where shattered shadows stay to dye the dark in shades that look like day my lungs take in the words I can’t relay each crest that breaks just pulls me further away the current hums of quiet endings near a velvet call I’m never meant to hear no signal cuts across this salted dome I am the tide that never travels home
I smile like sunlight dancing on the bay while undertow keeps pulling me beneath I fake the calm, I make it look like day but salt keeps gathering behind my teeth they see the glow, they never see the slide the quiet war I bury with the tide who deserve a trophy for this play for drowning slow with air still beneath I wear a calm that never shows a seam a mirrored mask rehearsed in every scene but far below I fracture in between the swell erases every trace I’ve been each rising wave suggests I disappear a distant roar too deep for any ear I draw my maps in lines that won’t stay true no soul can trace the course I’m slipping through
The pressure builds where light forgets to fall a hollow trench that never answers call the stormfront carves my name along the wall then drags it back as if I’m none at all I wear the warmth like armor on my skin while tempests slowly tighten from within they’d praise the role that never dares to break a perfect lie no tremor could awake
I smile like sunlight dancing on the bay while undertow keeps pulling me beneath I fake the calm, I make it look like day but salt keeps gathering behind my teeth they see the glow, they never see the slide the quiet war I bury with the tide who deserve a trophy for this play for drowning slow with air still in my teeth
there is a storm that never reaches sky it only circles somewhere far below if I gave it language it would rise but silence keeps it perfectly contained and everyone applauds the quiet surface