I Used to Think You Were the Sun
I used to think you were the sun,
destroying my darkness so there was none.
I used to think you were my moon
and I used to think that you had strewn
the glittering stars across the sky
just for you and I.
I used to believe you kept me warm
and kept me safe from the tumbling storm
that raged on inside my head.
"I'll protect you," you once said.
But I have come to hate your voice
and how you left me without a choice.
You blinded me from good things,
like the way the songbird sings
sweetly on a Sunday morn,
like how a rose is beautiful despite its thorn.
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