Gold
She’s wrapped in gold,
Shines like a star,
And everybody knows she’s ahead of the times,
So kind.
She’ll knock you off of your feet,
So sweet,
And I get to call her mine.
We danced under the gold lights,
Gazing at the night sky.
I wrapped my arms around her and I smiled,
Because everything was gold for a while.
Everything was gold.
Her hair,
Her skin,
Her eyes,
Precious like the metal.
I’m hypnotised.
She’s gold.
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