Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue

Sorry Not Sorry

I was a Symphony


My heart is weak and open to all
Listening with smiles when you call
Believing your words are pure and true
Revealing my deep dark secrets too
Giving my honesty and misguided trust
With your laughing sprinkle of gold dust
My eyes burn with fogged glittery mold
Learning everything that glitters isn’t gold


Burned by friendship hurts the most…



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