I used to love Gold
So I was very bold
This is my story,
That was left untold.
It was too bright...
It was too warm...
This was what I was told,
But... it was too cold...
I lived my life alone
Now I can only atone
This great misery of my life,
But... was it too cold that time?
Now sitting on chair I look at the sky
"Too Dark... Too Cold" I sigh...
I was very bold, liked gold
BUT NOW... IT IS TOO COLD...
IT IS... TOO COLD...
Too Cold...
Life Of Death
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Poem topics: alone, dark, sky, time, great, bright, story, warm, chair, life, love, I love you, bold, gold, cold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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