I'd rather be judged and burned,
Than to paint myself as a nun.
The only way I could escape,
Was to show you my mistake.

You bathe to call yourself a saint,
Truth is I made you great.
Lost myself to make things right,
Villainizing me let's you sleep at night.

A pair of twos met,
under the summer sun;
Inside bleak tables,
conversing endless fun.

Merrily drunk with acquaintances;
I noticed your gaze.
Brushed it off as coincidence;
I couldn't escape.

In secret we rendezvous;
Exchanging other people's affair who knew?
This island became smaller;
I had already met you.

Fast as a comet,
we burned bright and fast;
Thought it was real,
the stone became ash.

Our stars didn't align its true,
I was the Earth and you were the Sky;
Ill-fated chance,
I bid adieu, goodbye.

Indebt to the armor below par,

    I soldered myself a new one.

           I was enamored with the illusion,

                      But...

                        ­         Alone in my reflection.