They told me tales of why they stray,
Too scared to step into my way.
"She’s too perfect, out of touch,
A dream too bright to hold, too much."
Their stolen glances fade like mist,
Afraid of words that might exist.
It’s bittersweet, this lonely throne,
A crown of stars, but still alone.
They say my light is why they hide,
But shadows can’t be love’s guide.
If no one dares, then what remains?
An empty heart that aches in vain.
Am I too much, too high, too bright?
Too perfect for a love that’s right?
I dream of hands to hold me tight,
But it’s just me and this bear tonight.
Most days I run, my heart subdued,
But tonight I feel the solitude.
I long for whispers, for laughter shared,
A fleeting touch, a soul that cares.
There’s someone who ignites a spark,
But fear keeps me lost in the dark.
I’ve never chased, I’ve always stayed,
Why change the rules my pride has made?
Am I too much, too high, too bright?
Too perfect for a love that’s right?
I dream of hands to hold me tight,
But it’s just me and this bear tonight.
The stars above seem close, yet far,
A wish upon a fragile star.
To take the leap, to bridge the space,
Or stay confined in my own grace.
Am I too much, too high, too bright?
Too perfect for a love that’s right?
I dream of moments bathed in light,
But it’s just me and this bear tonight.
Oh, will I let this chance escape?
Afraid of words my heart could shape?
I dream of love beneath the skies,
But all I hold are silent sighs.