Golden
Liquid gold poured from pain stricken eyes,
laid a whole brick before she epitomized;
real eyes, realize, real lies.
She is beautiful and she shouldn’t cry.
Hidden behind a wall of crimson drapes,
framing a face so fragile.
Catch a glimpse of a thousand memories unveiled with the crack of a smile.
A bouquet of pearly white roses.
She is blessed and she knows this
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