still waters run deep
bare,simple,artless,remains the minimal that meets the eye
an elementary smile , a sparse stare , a beautiful white lie
because just a glance tells nothing of her agonising pain
engrossed in the pandemonium she calls her life, oh the shame!
her enticing beauty beckons to men far and wide
but still waters shallow, run deep when u get inside
because u see this damsel, tranquil ,modest
lives a life of extreme guilt unknown to the rest
her eyes reluctant to tell the true story where this river flows
still waters run deep but only that river knows
she carries blisters unseen ,tattoed on her heart
they plague her but they'll always be there
they were from the start
the burden she carries a curse to her kind
the hope that she carries, that one day peace she'll find
she's broken beyond repair there's no going back
this maiden this beauty will forever be under attack
but she covers up so well you'd never know
her feelings ,great afflictions ,she'd never show
sorrow defines her every inch of living
while her life is based on heartbreak and grieving
she's simple,she''s beautiful ,she's free
but still waters run deep, just take it from me
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