This heart is gold while the rest are cold
Mistakes left under the sidewalk
Three times behind this soft decay
Washing out the fears
Walking through the tears of those left by the wayside
Your pay grade is too high.
One more misstep
A discourse in integrity,
Your bedside my sight of mystery, of misery
When these portraits collide,
Frozen in time side by side,
This is your fear that I hide.
With your face plastered across the street signs of who we were,
Not who we are,
Your difference is beyond compare.
Traveling on jaded wings,
You can only fly so high before it weighs you down.
The tide comes in but the blood doesn’t wash out.
One last velvet smile.
- ▼ October (10)
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