They always say that
"Nothing gold can stay."
I remember a couple of years ago
when the sun set for the day,
and the golden flames' absence
made the night seem much too long.
I wanted the stars and the tears
to pass
and I held my own hand.
But the sun came back
and peaked through my blinds, saying hello.
I knew I had another day
and I was stronger.
I remember having a bad dream one night:
My parents were in a room full of nothing
having an awful fight.
I awoke with fear,
my mind in a wreck. I thought they were done,
but my nightmares weren't right--nowhere near.
That morning at breakfast,
I saw her golden ring.
It sat comfortably on her left ring finger
as she smiled at my father like he was an angel,
but without wings.
Maybe I've been lucky
to see the sun's golden rays
shine in the morn until the end of the days,
and maybe it's not so common
for that golden circle to stay on most hands,
and perhaps peoples' lives don't always go as planned
But trust me when I say,
"I've seen that gold can stay."
When I lose hope I write **** like this to try to prevent losing any more. 12:28am.