I wish to say my heart is made of gold,
but it's silver.
Because the silver has been tarnished by those around me,
trying to bring me down,
make me bitter,
steal some of my sweetness.
But you won't win.
Because deep down beneath the fade
I know that the silver is still here.
And I know that one day someone's love,
like a perfect polish will come
and wipe away my tarnishes.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
I wish to say my heart is made of gold,
but it's silver.
Because the silver has been tarnished by those around me,
trying to bring me down,
make me bitter,
steal some of my sweetness.
But you won't win.
Because deep down beneath the fade
I know that the silver is still here.
And I know that one day someone's love,
like a perfect polish will come
and wipe away my tarnishes.
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