They were golden
Drenched in channel
Showered in glitter
Nothing but bitter
They were golden
With luxe and aesthetic
Wrapped in Dior
Nothing but sore
They were golden
Alone but adorned
Tears dripped, bloodied
Forged into gold
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Honeypot | poems
Poetry❝ honey and milk in a golden pot ❞ collection of amatuer poems by naira arden. © honeygolds 2019