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poetry

A Lighthouse doesnt grow legs.

I'll always be there for you.
But I'll never come searching.
I want you to remember you can always
come to me, 
feel safe with me, 
under me, 
in me.
Come here, 
Take off your clothes and confide in me. 
I'll always listen when you're alone
And need someone to talk to.
I'll be a beacon in a thunderstorm.
But remember , I am a house first.

If you want a warmth that will chase after you.
That will give and not just sit with you
If you want light that has identity
I'm sad you'd turn towards the sun
And stars
Walk away into a sea calmer than mine
Leave me where I've always been,
Eye of your storms
I can't be the sun for you
I pity that I wasn't born for you.
I'm accustomed to being a stop.
I'm sorry that's all I could ever offer.