my mom once told me
my heart was gold
and now
she thinks its broken
and can't be fixed
just because Super Glue isn't that great
but no
that's not true at all
my heart is still gold
you may not see it so clearly now
it might be a little duller
but all I need is someone to polish it
can I be an optimist and say
something that's gold can stay
YOU ARE READING
tempest
Poetrywe are all tornadoes of thoughts and feelings and loves and hopes and fears and this is my eye of the storm
