Granulated pieces,
Shard and broken dreams,
Shaped like the sea shells,
Bursting at their seams.
Memories of sandcastles,
Chasing the grumpy crabs at night,
Mom and Dad in "love"
Although it always turns into a fight.
The sun rises in the east and it will set in the
west,
Yes,
This is what i like of Charleston the best.
It is beautiful
Magical in its self
I admit I'd prefer to be here and no where else.
Watching the waves roll in at the peir,
its broken tooth pick boards that i hold
most dear.
I love this place more than any other
It is my place to run for cover.
wordlessly perfect
breathlessly free
the pier in Charleston in a sense is me.
