A clear cold water bottle.

So tasty in the summer,

not in the winter.

He would use her,

he would leave her,

but he always reused her.

He knows she's beautiful, but he knows she's easy.

He reduced her to tears,

but reused her for his thirst.

She stays when she knows she wants to break.

She knows she's being reduced and reused.

Her bright blue skin with scars on her face,

so tall she stands but will never break.

You may think she's glass,

you may think she's all.

But deep down she is the ocean in the reflection of the generation.