I am an island to myself.
And I’m in love with an islander because deep down inside he found meaning in my world.
I am on an island.
No longer am I an island because he plants color in my world.
He’s the type that makes you dream.
The type you wish for.
He is the setting sun and the rising moon.
He makes me shine with my sky.
He paints the stars and the constellations.
He’s my sky and he has my heart.
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