High tide

Sittin on the edge of where the ocean meets the sand 

And it’s high tide 

My legs are given in and my fingertips are spent 

I’m close to letting go 

In this high tide 

Hold me in your arms in case I travel far 

My legs are giving in and my fingertips are spent I thought I could hold on that the currents not as strong and now I’m almost gone in this high tide. 

Please hold me in your arms 

And miss when I’m gone 

I’m standing on the edge of where the ocean meets the sand and it’s high tide 

I’ll love you till the end Send kisses in the wind 

I’m never letting go 

No matter where I go in this high tide

◄ Contradictions

The difference between myself and me. ►


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