head towards shore,
the one with the broken lighthouse
stormy weather, fast approaching
with reflections slipping under waves
I don't know whether I'm the captain
or the widow waiting on shattered glass and sifting sand
for news on broken boards and a kiss never coming
I imagine your lips will taste of the salt you've drank
and the weaknesses you're so ashamed to admit
I can't change the storms and the foggy darkness
but I can try my best to find a light
bright enough to shine you back to from the sea
where I can fold you into me
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