The one they want

The glimmer in their eyes, they’re struck by your complexion. 
What they would give to have that same reflection 
to walk into a room and feel every head just turn
it’s a power, it’s a skill, but not one you can learn.
No matter what you say, no matter what you do
they’re all transfixed, glued to the screen that lights up on you. 
You’re shining brighter at every look, with every breath that you took. In blue or red or sparkling black, all the colours have your back. 
The leading character of every play, 
everyone holds on to the words you say. 
You’re a precious stone no one could pawn 
you hold them all, heartstrings you’ve torn. 
What I must know, before you go
how does it feel to erupt such magic? 
I can’t imagine to invite such passion,
wearing all these shades of tragic.
All I want is just a fraction of their desire, their satisfaction.
If I’m close to you, will I feel brand new? 
Will the shimmer reach across to me, too? 
Or as I said not too long ago, is it something I’ll just never know? 
For I can’t change what it is they see; the one they want, well it isn’t me.
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