Baskadia

Thoughts roaming the sea,
The sea full of secrets,
Walking with pebble underneath,
The shoes so beautiful to wear,
Hands must be trembling,
Writing all those mysteries,
Oh choked you must feel,
The wounds that won't heal,
The scars the might bleed,
But you still got opportunity,
Spill all like a poisonous tea,
try again and again kid,
You got no time to see,
Stop it before it reach,
To heart that always beat.