Whatever you choose,
I will be here for you,
that is not a promise,
that is a commitment.
I will love you,
whatever your future holds,
if you choose to live in the shade,
I will still love you,
and cry for you,
for you will never know sun,
if you choose to live in the sun,
I will still love you,
and cry for you,
for it might burn.
That shade,
has never been mine,
perhaps it should,
my burns have thickened my skin,
and there is no turning back,
there is never turning back.
I have no regrets,
scarred skin is something,
you can never have,
I am not jealous.
My only emotions,
are fears,
welded into you,
for the time,
when your shade is cut down.
