He was midas
And she was just tin.
He ran his finger tips along her sharp edges.
He embraced her rugged structure.
He filled her hollowness with glitter, turned her into gold.
She only became petty gold.
Like a cheap wedding band.
A symbol of love, but never to be loved.
-Z.H.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
He was midas
And she was just tin.
He ran his finger tips along her sharp edges.
He embraced her rugged structure.
He filled her hollowness with glitter, turned her into gold.
She only became petty gold.
Like a cheap wedding band.
A symbol of love, but never to be loved.
-Z.H.
