When you're love was wrapped in golden chains,
Nothing there really remains,
Because the ocean that was there,
Has vanished, disappeared,
Like a picked flower in a round vase,
It's pretty but soon erased,
For was it love or was it lust?
Each other, did you trust?
That band you said would always be there,
The burden of vows you bare,
Broken love or perhaps: un-love,
A raven, not a dove!
Gold, gold, gold, gold,
But it's just so perishable,
Shine, shine, shine, shine,
When you don't make it cherishable,
There's nothing else to be told,
When you're holding fool's gold.
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Stinger Poems
PoesiaPOETRY! Yes poetry, poetry from song lyrics, poetry that talks of natural life ideas from a different perspective, poetry about Christian ideas, poetry that rhymes, poetry that doesn't rhyme, poetry that sorta rhymes, just all sorts of poetry. I hop...
