Dew-Kissed Truth

[Verse 1]
The steam unspools a quiet truth, a delicate, fine lace.
My hand, a worn-out pattern, finds a momentary grace.
This porcelain holds secrets that the daylight can't erase.
The hum of Oakland traffic, a distant, muffled fray.
But here, beneath the surface, all my defenses sway.
Your shadow on the shower curtain, a silhouette, a silent plea.

[Chorus]
This water, a quiet mirror, holds secrets I can't keep.
A fragile thread unravels, from promises buried deep.
And in this velvet darkness, my truest self, I weep.
Each dew-kissed word a murmur, before the world can creep.

[Verse 2]
The jasmine scent, a memory, from stories softly spun.
My grandmother's gentle hand, a life already run.
I confess the tangled skein, the choices I have made.
Against the inherited tapestry, a pattern subtly frayed.
A silent longing echoes, where expectations gently weave.
For a freedom that my longing heart still struggles to believe.

[Bridge]
The water cools around me, a languid, knowing balm.
Each truth, a dew-kissed whisper, released from my soft palm.
It settles in the quiet, a bittersweet refrain.
A seamless tear where shadow meets the easing of the pain.

[Outro]
Just the hum of distant bells, and the quiet truth remaining.
A gentle acceptance, as the last fragile thread is straining.