You're like the sun, hiding behind cloudes, hoping not to be seen,
When you shine brighter than any star has been.
The sand vanishes beneath my feet,
Like the worries I've got when I'm beside thee.
Carried away by waves, all trash, all pain, like the sand and the rocks,
Framing the clouds like no other, but never expecting it of another.
You hold everything beneath you, like a king without fear to disappear.
You paint everything around you, like an artist, but stay yourself day in and out,
Not knowing that THAT'S what makes you beautiful.
The beauty of staying the same old you.
There's nothing not to take for full.
Your beauty blends, must look through it shadowed.
Like Kafka afraid of letting people see
The pain evident in your beauty.
You don't expect the sunset to admire you back, so River,
Yet it feels like flying through the Supernova, knowing that the sun's fallen for me,
Makes the sun set down to rest even more painful;
Unable to touch it, reach for it,
The one star unable to reach for, shit....