Silver and Gold
I’m cursed to be silver when I’m jealous of gold
The way the sun bounces off every surface it finds
I twinkled like moonlight but you preferred day
I tried to awake you, I sent you my stars
I’ll sparkle like diamonds
Like second hand mirrors
I will send you the sounds of night
You wanted gold but I’ll always be silver
So maybe silver is right
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