You swept me out to sea,
I followed you willingly.
Then you threw my heart onto the rocks
So the fragments washed away from my grasp.
I couldn’t find myself again,
Piece my heart back; mend.
Yes, I saw the light, no, I did not take caution
But it was your dry shores that kept me
Strewn for so long, they watched
As my ship corroded in wait
Of help from your imaginary inhabitant.
You are the deceiving lighthouse
I should have stayed away from your edge.
But your beam pulled me in
A warning sign in the disguise of a friend.