Golden Girl
Golden Girl
Your golden girl
with her pearly white smile
that you dug from my grave to have.
Your golden girl
her crown made out of my bones
the ones you stole from me.
Your golden girl
her pinky is worth more
than my entire brain.
Your golden girl
uses my spine as shoes
and my skin as a blanket.
Your golden girl
so brightly shining
you took my eyes to see her better.
Your golden girl
her head held high
whilst mine is as low as the floor.
Your golden girl
has diamonds around her neck
as clear as my cries.
Your golden girl,
I could never be her
and you know that.
Your golden girl
she always will be,
I am not
Your golden girl.
- a.t.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.