The beach that surrounds me on the shore.

The beach that surrounds me on the shore.

I watch thy sleep silently on a bed made of growth,

For only a deep spoon of poison to wither on toes,

The magic that surrounds me now,

Is no stronger then a purple rose.

I watched it grow till my heartfelt content,

Until my head begged me no more,

Like there was a reason not to drown,

Not to watch the previous man get swerved around.

The feeling was provoking me to move on,

But I could not with- stand the smooth developing ground,

The sand surrounding my feet was like magic to me,

Though out here was a possibility  of anything.

I laid down on thy bed of impelling force,

With thy shore gathering to my feet,

The shore that surrounds me to my heart,

The one that will never leave.