In a crowded bar, she stands alone,
Brown hair braided, silver hoops shone,
With every step, her DNA on display,
I’m just a different strand, in my own way.
Her sneakers worn, she doesn’t think twice,
Effortless charm, no need for advice,
I watch from afar, gold hoops too big,
Always a step behind, caught in this gig.
She’s the effortless cool, I’m trying too hard,
I wear my gold hoops, can’t hide these scars,
He’s got a wall, he’s built so high,
I’m just the girl who can’t touch the sky.
We know there’s something, a silent thread,
Hands held tight when the gold liquor’s fed,
I’m always there, in the back of his mind,
But daylight breaks, and I’m left behind.
In his silver world, I’ll always be gold,
A gold jewelry girl, a story untold,
I’ll adapt, change, in so many ways,
But a silver girl? That’s just not my genetic phase
She’s the moon, but I’m the sun’s bold glare,
In the silver world, I’m an unwanted flare,
In the silver world, I don’t quite compare,
But my gold holds steady, in this silver affair
I’m gold, she’s silver, and he’ll never see,
The spark in my eyes, the fire in me,
I’m shining so bright, but it’s never enough,
His world made of silver, I’m just golden dust.
I’ll play my part in this silver charade,
But beneath the shine, my heart won’t fade,
For in the end, it’s not the metal that’s true,
It’s the heart of gold that’ll see me through.
So I’ll keep dancing in my golden hue,
A subtle reminder of what’s real and true,
In a world of illusions, where silver gleams,
I’ll be the golden dream, beyond his wildest schemes.
And one day they’ll both chip away,
Like metals worn from day to day,
What truly matters, come what may,
Is what’s within, that will stay.
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