You were no miracle,
no light in the sky.
Still I followed you,
down the darkest of nights.

You were no saint,
nor was I the light.
Still I held on to you,
clinging with all my might.

Hoping you would still shine,
never knew you were also broken.
We were dancing around
closer to eachother flames,
and you were still the one I had chosen.

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