GOLD
paint the things you love gold
even when they've turned to mould
even when when you've grown too old
paint the things you love gold
keep your anger controlled
even when you can't keep the world
don't let yourself be destined to the underworld
paint the things you love gold
don't leave your stories untold
even when you've gone cold
even when you've got no one to hold
paint the things you love gold
lift your chin up higher, be bold
don't let your fears unfold
my mother always told,
paint the things you love gold
YOU ARE READING
GOLD
PoetryThis is a crappy poem that i just made like 5 minutes ago. this is just an appreciation and dedication to my momma. hope you enjoy ;)
