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.