The Beach
Ocean my best friend.
With a broken heart i return to
you trying to mend.
Couple of drinks out in the sun.
Drunken bliss underneath a umbrella.
what the the prety young things run.
Sure im a bum what can i say.
But in the pressense of prefection.
Yes i can think of worse ways to spend the day.
lovers will break you.
The emotions like a rip current will take you.
But in its crashing ways I confide.
How sweet would be the moment with you by my side.
I drink looking acroos the unending view.
Lean apon it's sandy shoulder and question
what shall i do.
Fools search for the tressure that is above the ground.
I speak to you stil.
For even alone you are here.
By a fire I see lovers pass.
And i recall with fond reflection.
Her wicked passion and desire with a touch of sas.
alone i sit drink in hand.
feeling everything so deeply.
Emotions mixed with fragments of sand.
No matter are failures still we must reach.
For that spcial someone.
As i sit lost and broken reflecting apon the beach.
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