The Golden

October 10, 2012
Painted in brighter light than I
You hardly even have to try
Framed in gold you seem to be
Far away from forgotten me

Your thoughts enslaved in creativity
My ideas released in chains around boxes
Violently in which a tide rocks us
We collide and crash with you unscathed

How can I forgive all that you've done
Why bother tortured me you've already won
Do I not meet your standards
Am I not up to code
The rumors you create I wish were forebode
How is it possible to lie, words in gold

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