Silver, this pretty color, found in the stars and moon
Shining brightly, never questioned, and leaving just as soon
People do not love it as diamond, platinum, or gold
But silver sky's I look into, and see life's not so hard and cold
It doesn't get the credit it really should
It means a second place, you were so close, failed but good
Silver is not a bragging right
Getting so close, can't sleep at night
You put up a good fight, but you fell short
It's slender fingers tapping on a window pane
It's watching the raindrops slide down, in the thundering storms, the thrashing rain
Silver beauty it's crystal ice
It's beautiful, you pay the price
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
