i havent wrote ne thing in here for a while so heres something i wrote earlier this week, lemme know what yall think
just like footprints in sand
this is my footprint from hand
the trail can only be earsed when the tide comes in
and the water covers the origins without a trace
now tossing and changing in the tide
rearranging like how i feel inside
always changing with problems like rocks or sharks
in the water they can knock me around out of order
pounding me down and buried beneith the sand and shells
as if shot heavily with a shot gun guage 12
tho like a hermit crab as i grow i change shells
ive learned if theres baracudas around
take off ur shine or get taken down
like a plane in the bermuda triangle disappearing forever
try every angle cause if strangled
escape is never i actually find myself quite' clever
lemme know what yall think
just like footprints in sand
this is my footprint from hand
the trail can only be earsed when the tide comes in
and the water covers the origins without a trace
now tossing and changing in the tide
rearranging like how i feel inside
always changing with problems like rocks or sharks
in the water they can knock me around out of order
pounding me down and buried beneith the sand and shells
as if shot heavily with a shot gun guage 12
tho like a hermit crab as i grow i change shells
ive learned if theres baracudas around
take off ur shine or get taken down
like a plane in the bermuda triangle disappearing forever
try every angle cause if strangled
escape is never i actually find myself quite' clever
lemme know what yall think

