It was always the hero and his sidekick
But never that number one fan who's determined to protect him even if it rained thousands of brick
That number one fan who would still cheer for him even if he's sick
That number one fan who would worry for him so quick
Two pairs of round crystal shimmering in his face I consider as eyes
I tell myself he knows my name even if those were lies
For every instance he rise I also rise
For every time he turns around to the other side I cries
YOU ARE READING
Love From Afar
PoetryHe was the moon And I was just a star He was shining bright like a piece of art And I was only admiring him from afar
