2/6/16
A poet once said,
"Nothing gold can stay."
We both knew that.
You left me there.
I was still holding onto silver.
A faded summer's dream.
Too good to be true,
those late nights in June.
We were outside in my front yard.
I was lost in who you are.
Having given everything,
I could've died with a smile.
I let you in to watch you leave.
Robert Frost was right,
You, my gold, you weren't meant for me.
I had to settle for silver, what you left behind.
You were a faded summer's dream.
I was a damaged, teenage heart.
I guess we all have to wake up sometime.
You couldn't watch me fall apart.
I know now that you'll never stay.
We had an early ending.
There was no turning of a page,
A story of gold, could it ever stay?
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A/N
Okay, this is probably my favorite, even if it's not great. I wrote this last night when talking to Brandon about everything that went down between us. I don't know, it's my favorite. What do you think?
~Jace (me, currently)
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