Another Word for Home

Dear beach

I love the way your salty hair wraps around my body, and how in the dawn you spit out your anger making it foggy

I love the feeling like your floating but your really just in bed, or how you pull out when your nervous but come back and spread

Some things I like but others I dread
Some things I hate but others I love

I hate the way your skin burns against mine when I am walking along fine, and why I never get to sit and see just you shine

I hate the way your children lurk beyond the average eye can see, and why every time I leave you seem to follow me

Some things I like but others I dread
Some things I hate but others I love