The candle's out of breath again.
My silent twin in paraffin.
Familiar trip across the hall
becomes a course of obstacles.
A step, a slip, an awkward twist.
A fumbling man who might be missed.
My pupils shrink. You fill the view.
I find my body drawn to you,
but I'm afraid to get too close because
You're shining, burning, blinding like the sun.
You're one of the stars that captivates me,
but I've stared at you too long.
Out of pocket, locked in light.
A penny in a world of dimes.
Flipped around, my front exposed.
I never fashioned silver clothes.
Can't you see my blushing face
felt better in its hiding place?
I need to see the shadows fade
or turn my head the other way
and never look again because
You're shining, burning, blinding like the sun.
You're one of the stars that captivates me,
but I've stared at you too long.

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