you emerged from the breaking dawn
glittering to rival the rising sun.
molten gold dripped
from the tips of your fingers;
shimmering dust was left in your trail.
had our paths not crossed,
i'd not be frozen here;
a statue of fool's gold —
the work of your touch.
but i'm stuck in your kingdom,
watching the golden age
waiting until you wash your hands in the river
and come back to me —
you are cursed with the midas touch,
and i am cursed for making you king.
Though one may have noble intentions
One will always have a darker side.
Greed and longing
Are the most common forms of masochism.
And when one has what they want,
One will lose everything else.
The Midas Touch
Gave a man the ability
To satisfy his soul
And to destroy his life.
i read the greek story today
made me think uwu
With every touch you turn more and more of me into treasured gold
The same dreams that have sustained you
could be the same ones to
Not everything that glitters is gold.
Be careful what you dream of, it may come true.
Please be gentle with me dear,
Because these looks can be deceiving.
Although my love is only sincere,
I may seem cold and unreceiving.
I hope you know I love you so,
And in your eyes I see my home
But these scars run deeper than they show
See I'm just fear and fragile bones.
I know you have a heart of gold.
You fill my world with calm and laughter,
And though the stories are tired and old,
I think you're my Happy Ever After.
You know I'm prone to falling apart,
And I think you have the touch of Midas,
But if you were to break my heart,
I'd still fix you a crown from the pieces.
It's amazing and humbling
to be one of those Queens
who thought her notes
on the canvas were nothing
but scribbles and ink
but other Kings and Queen
make her see that it's
Thank you guys so much!
Shoutout to King Paul, Queen Sue and Queen Fawn in particular!
Had a conversation with Midas;
It got me thinking different.
Lebron James flow, I guess that y’all the witness.
I’m contemplating so much, it’s hard to write a sentence.
Early stage of my twenty’s, yet still I feel a menace.
We blur the lines of life and death whether it’s right or wrong.
But I love you through everything;
still I’m holding on.
And for so long I just been locked away.
Been writing in notebooks trying to find my way.
Midas sat and he told me I shouldn’t sell my soul.
You need to just get the ball rolling, you getting old.
Your heart got cold, sat in the freezer on the early days of summer, to chill, now you writing but against your will.
And I’m crying.
And on the inside I’m dying.
Every body says be strong, and believe me I’m trying.
Midas said that I be lying.
To get infatuation.
I wiped my eyes and I asked how to change this situation.
He said it’s your destination.
Change up your formation.
And stop all that leaking on the internet about complications.
Found that open door.
But you don’t wanna walk thru.
I love you through everything should’ve dropped; somehow I thought I lost you.
But later it will cost you.
Know you feeling kinda awful
Ima come back and see just where this conversation got you.
But I didn’t tell it all.
I figured I would call,
And tell Midas I’m focused and I’m ready to ball.
While I sit, just all alone in a empty hall.
As all of my mishaps are posters on the wall.
watch as your whole world crumbles.
the air you breathe turns to gold.
and you choke as it forces its way
down your throat and into your lungs.
tell me midas, was it worth it?
that midas touch.
your daughter, trapped in a golden suit, doesn't seem to think so.
Midas was my enemy,
A violent grip, on an old pen
Tossed it over for me to bend
Words for his twisted golden mind
The cursed King with all his riches
Wanted the prose for cure
A rhythmic rhyme to rid his shine
To end his touch of alchemy
I pitied the old man, his metallic
Skin, did send shivers down my spine
I offered a verse, reading and lips pursed
As 24 karats fell from his eyes