wishing it was simple
we just bodies that have crashed into a symbol
like some trees when u wrap it with some tinsel
feelings i rekindle
misrevealing of my dimples
i couldnt read what you wrote cause my balancing was brittle
the bitterness i settle down
the middle was the reason for the passive route
jotting riddles of a heathen in a passage style
rhyme a lil bit and heres a single wow
i guess its just the season
neglecting all the urges to be reaching out
monsoon grief-ing
reversing all my reasons
the hardest thing to say was that i need you now
i realise that
need was just a want when we just a child
now need turns to churning of my stomach biles
in the summer time huffing like im sprinting past a thousand miles
coudnt access what you seeking im a broken file
the buffer for my truths tend to load a while
when the deer drinks the tears of the crocodile

Deer and the Crocodile (prod. by kenzo)

mary sue