She now realises that she can be as loud as a heavenly orchestra to get your attention but you still will never understand. You refuse to protect her sincere heart, acknowledge her good intentions & you still won't fight for her soul desire.
Every king's courtesan, his cortigiana onesta to be exact. She's not that deep, but you are that shallow. Writes her curses in cursive, she can be born again but still be a hooligan, ready to be King again.
She's like Socrates but her skin more chocolatey. Nefertiti swag now marvel at her untimely decay.