Shoreline

It is too good to be true

To find a home in the arms of a lover

It is an evil thing

To feed empty words to another

When one is deprived of love

To give them a taste to salivate over

It is too good to be true

Something to dream about

You get used to the darkness, no doubt

While stomach pangs intensify from the hunger

Derived from nights awash and alone

Lost in treacherous waters

It is a long voyage to the shoreline

Ravaging waves rock the boat

Your shoulders start to ache

Yet they are firm, strong

Built from starving and staying afloat

A warm, yellow glow catches the eye

It is too good to be true

Won’t it flicker out in time?

You are familiar with traveling in the dark

It is chilling, empty, but it protects the heart

Despite the strife, you have made your own way to the shoreline

Time after time

To change course now, you must be out of your mind

To risk falling overboard

Drifting towards the light tower

You do not need a hand to guide you to shore

No, you are no coward

It is too good to be true

A loving embrace to dissolve into

Those fools who seek comfort

Well, they are nothing like you

You made a home in the solitude

Isolation set you free

Free from what, though?

Obligation? Guilt? The pangs in your chest?

You evolved to something more alluring

Isolation, endurance, restlessness at sea

It is too good to be true

Spend enough time in the darkness and you grow numb to the pain

So much beauty in a storm, but you are blind to the rain

You think this way of living is profound

It is too good to be true

A full existence without making a sound