She's seen as a bright sun, to anyone.
She moves and it's fire,
Fire underwater, speaks of it's flame.
She speaks my name.
There are dolphins there, and beautiful gardens
I lost you to the heavens.
Because you were not there,
When I was scared.
I am so alone.
But the greatest gift, Igive you,
Would be love, and be by your side.
Am I that easy to ignore?
Play with fire. Borrowed heaven.
I will not pretend that I am
Someone else for all time.
When will my reflection
Show who I am inside?
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