01. The bEACH
By Arcassin B
Watching the waves crash over,
like their swimming themselves,
and while they go over,
aint nobody gonna catch them,
because in reality,
they in need of some help,
point then out,
with every strand,
everything is made of matter,
even water,
does it matter,
what you thinkin
are you having the fun that you've always dreamed of,
or do your insecurities,
remind of that thing call love,
and even the heavens above,
wouldnt allow it,
as long as were on this sand ,
in spring,
were gonna find it.
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