I am the isolation from all that stress.
Don't I look breathtaking?
So take it
come breathe me in,
Lay under the stars with me,
Climb down my long limed trees,
Burry your feet into my warm sand,
Let my sun kiss your skin.
I miss the feeling of flesh in my sea.
Miss the feeling of being seen as paradise,
A place plastered on brochures and billboards.
They do not tell of how tired you will grow of me.
How after so long they wish to go home.
A place that actually holds souls other then their own.
There are so many souls that have been lost here.
I wish I could have saved them.
Bodies to weak to swim past my stong waves, wash up on my shore.
I was never really a vacation resort instead the last resort until depression.
A small get away from all your problems.
And there will forever be bitter sweet memories of me.
Half of you hating reality while the other missing the aroma of my fantasy.
Just remember paradise on earth has always only been proposed as temporary.