My King of the Sun
My king of the sun,
Golden and unreachable
My heart hopes, but it knows.
Knows that you are nothing but a dream
A beautiful love that will never be real
And I think it's because
It was I who trapped myself.
You were the shining hero clad in glistening green.
A knight of Friday Lights
And I mistook myself for someone you'd rescue
Someone you'd save
From an imagination that only ever hurt me.
My king of the sun,
Too far above me
Always I wonder,
What could brightness have to do
With one drawn to you
But it did, it does, and I'm glad for us.
I saw your smile,
Shared laughs with daylight himself
Friendship is what I should have taken
Not the hope for something more
Because no one reaches the center of their world
Without being burned
My king of the sun, mon roi du soleil,
Your warmth, cold to me
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