Is gold, but not golden. Some times my troubles just like to hang me backwards upside down and remind me that everything that glitters isn't gold. Just have to stay forward focused and remain hand in hand with the chance that my worries don't hurry my quickness to assume what makes me so gloomy at times like these when my mind ain't at ease and my hot chest will freeze at the very thought of rejection; a faulty detection in my misread empty head, so hasty to shut off the electricity called hope.
I hope...
He will just stay golden for me please.
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