It's hell or high water...
so just bring me the tide.
Whoever said it will be over soon
Well baby girl,
They lied.
"Never give up" from the grave,
She cried
It's hell or high water
And baby, you tried.
Treading water
with your head held high
About the Creator
Erica L. Barton
Grew up in the south, currently traveling, I love food, cooking said food, music, photography, reading, writing, and making others laugh.
Im passionate, quick witted, dramatic, vivacious, ridiculous, and a "insufferable know-it-all"
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