Monthly Archives: August 2012
If you had the power to change tears into gold,
You could change mine into a golden mine.
Piece by piece you would pick up parts of a treasure
Which would carry the sadness inside.
Every woman that would receive jewellery
Would start to cry instead of a thankful smile,
Because what could a heavy golden necklace
Tell about true love?
Which is light and beautiful when platonic,
It has its charm when untouched,
So innocent yet painful,
Like tears that left trace on my pillow
To make me remember the past.