you're my sun
he always said
the words rang endlessly
in my headjoy and love
they brought me then
a whirling fire
burning withinbut only now
do I realize
though I was burning
my heart was icehis words were true
I was his sun
he just always left
the phrase undoneI was his sun
and he was the moon
for his light I burned
but somehow became immunelost in the cycle
unaware of the pain
I gave up my life
for the glory of his namemy mistakes
are still many
but never again will I burn
not for one, not for any♦
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