Monday, January 11, 2016

to the unnoticed

his heart is gold
gold like kings 
gold like he sees,

my heart is black, 
black like space, 
black without grace. 

and only black. 

not silver, 
not gold;
just black.

unseen and 
under cover
I sit still;

and he only sees gold.




                       photo by me.

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