The Sun burns me as if He is my sworn enemy,
His light blinds my eyes,
His heat makes me red,
Then come his rays, peeling my skin and bones.
This Sun is too close,
Yet totally out of reach,
He wants my skin and bones,
But I am just a fling.
I know I should not feel this way,
But it is too good to dream,
A dream only I can see,
And now that the burn is too strong,
I am here, to wear the sunscreen for my heart and soul.
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