Silver, not gold.
Left hand, not right.
Backup, not lead.
Understudy, but they don't
take time
to teach.
One day, I'll be gold.
One day, I'll be their
right-hand man.
But for now,
the spotlight evades me.
Everything goes
to the golden,
the silver seems forgotten.
But when it comes time
for the backup to sing
a solo,
will she be ready?
Will she have received
enough training and
attention to be able
to accomplish
what was never expected?
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Poetry
Poetrypoetry & thoughts there are some things I just can't say out loud ⭐️💫 -started 4/10/16- I wanted so bad to be the small bird that made your eyes change from grey to green. I still do, I always will because now I'm realizing that I just want to be...
