the lifting of a tender brush
dipping it in a swirl of gold
painting the lush scene
with fine flecks of rose gold;
the love of a tender soul
patches of sunlight tickled with gold
illuminates the sun-kissed beach
grains of sand glowing with brilliant gold;
the healing of a tender mind
criss-cross on a blanket of soothing gold
whisks you in another place
a place of fire and burning gold
swirls of gold,
rose gold,
tickled with gold,
brilliant gold,
soothing gold,
burning gold,
gold.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t the rings to your Saturn,
because Saturn had cracked into two;
I’m sorry that I slipped salt into your sugar,
yet your sugar was bitter, I cried too.
I’m sorry that you never learned to care,
warmth,
pumpkin spice lattes
hot, spice-soaked coffee drizzled with a splash of cinnamon
coated with half-melted whipped cream, nestled by the delicate fire,
comfort,
your favorite cardigan
Give me a reason
for walking away,
was I too shallow
when you wanted a deep abyss?
Give me a reason
for losing faith,
was I too dreamy
when you wanted to be awake?
Give me a reason
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