i've already reached the shore,

the place that no one would go to:

told myself i'm the wave that you

will push through,

the soft whisper that covers your lips.

that night of gentle lullabies,

i felt something.

neither was i able to deny

or suppress it for long;

pretty darling, what's the use?

for me to be a shadow,

marking my voice as your certainty, as i'm not someone you would call.

you're the gentlest

of souls, yet there is

the poisonous silence, that you hold.

you hold me at an arm length, every time, i

desire to be close.

will you ever read between the lines and call my name?

the shore is yours, can't you see that?

would i be someone you want to hold, pretty darling?