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Fool's gold

You don't know me

The places I wanna see

The things I want to know

What I want to be told

No, you don't know me

 

You can't hold me

Or tell me everything's alright

When I know you hold her

Like you used to hold me

 

You tell her she's made of gold

You know her favorite food, her favorite dress

And all the other things

That you don't know about me

 

I know you've memorized

Her face, Her voice

Yet when you turn around

Can you even remember my name?

 

I guess it's too much to ask

For redamancy these days

As loyalty has gone out the window

A word of the past

 

But you used to tell me

That I was made of gold

And that in your arms

I was only yours to hold

But your hands have roamed

So far away from me

 

And it's not fair

To make me watch

As you do with her

All you did with me

 

We used to talk about the future

But in a single heartbeat

You have changed our destiny

 

All those words of yours

Come back and haunt me

Everytime you called me beautiful,

Was it just practice for telling her?

 

Well you were right about one thing

I am made of gold

And that girl of yours

No matter how much you try

To mold her into me

She will only ever be pyrite

Just a cheap imitation

Of the treasure you will never hold

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Written by
Pyrrha
24 / F / Texas
Published
Aug 2, 2018
Lines·Words
46·250
Notes

Pyrite is a very common mineral that is called fool's gold as many mistake it for gold.

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#treasure#gold#knockoff#clay#beautiful#cheating#cheater#lies
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