Gold on Dust |
Monday, 10 May 2021 03:55 |
Gold on Dust Beautiful, I am I hear you scream With your fickle voice you've lurred Many to lust And the dullness of your beauty A reverence I'm yet to adorn Centuries have come and gone Yet no one learns No one learns I'll swallow it all They take pride in you When they should in your creator You're another piece in the puzzle Driven by ego Your worth is known by blood spilled Lives lost are not forgotten They mourn to their loss With their restless soul stuck to you Neither has rest You go by many colours Different shapes and sizes Many names But you'll be forgotten Like yesterday (C) Sharon Dione |
Last Updated on Monday, 10 May 2021 04:24 |