Theres a boy,
A boy that must be the reincarnation of the sun,
A boy that brings warmth to the room,
A boy that has people revolve around him,
And here I am.
A spec of dust,
Floating in a space of billions like me,
Only seen when in the light,
Invisible in darkness.
I use to rest in a room where the light could not get in,
But then he opened the curtains,
Feeling his warmth,
Feeling the joy of being seen.
This can't be okay...
I push away...
The sun will always set,
The dust will always be unseen,
This joy- this warmth will not last forever.
I go to close the curtains, but there pinned opened,
The sun will not let me be,
He over heats me,
He says he won't set,
He says there will be no darkness,
for me.
How can you promise,
Your the sun,
I'm one spec of dust,
There are billions like me.
"Even if your dust, no dust flows the same. And tho you've been given the sun, you push it away. You fill me with lust, and this is why I stay."
