He wakes in the morning rising with the sun, as I fall into the bedsheets,like a collapsing star He thinks I'm getting better, when in his hands he holds the heart,of someone that from herself has never felt so far,he may never notice the way I envy his shine.When he fades into the distance,absorbing the light,but he burns for the two of us,working double time,trying desperately to shelter me from the storm in my mind
