You told me I was worth less than copper, I took off my wrapping and you saw silver.
In less than a week I was nothing but coal to you, dark
a burning of fire inside.
I saw you with someone new, I guess I was your shade of blue.
But I'm his shade of gold.
YOU ARE READING
Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
