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It's Not Gold

Love’s a loaded gun, aimed at my chest,
Pull the trigger, baby, you’re the best.
A kiss like cyanide, sweet to the taste,
But your promises just go to waste.
Your petals fell off, a rose turned to dust,
And I’m choking on the ashes of misplaced trust.
 
It’s not gold, it’s just lead,
A bullet in the head when I’m feeling dead.
A heart full of holes where nobody knows,
Sinking in the silence, where the story froze.
 
A silent movie where the actors forgot,
How to love, how to feel, how to give what they’ve got.
Your lines were a lie, your script was a con,
And I’m stuck here replaying where it all went wrong.
A shattered mirror shows my crooked grin,
Reflecting the fool I let you pull in.
 
It’s not gold, it’s just lead,
A bullet in the head when I’m feeling dead.
A heart full of holes where nobody knows,
Sinking in the silence, where the story froze.
 
A silent movie where the actors forgot,
How to love, how to feel, how to give what they’ve got.
Your lines were a lie, your script was a con,
And I’m stuck here replaying where it all went wrong.
A shattered mirror shows my crooked grin,
Reflecting the fool I let you pull in.

It’s not gold, it’s just lead,
A dream turned nightmare in my empty bed.
A heart full of cracks, where love won’t grow,
Just a shadow of a man that the world won’t know.
 
Oh, Cupid’s drunk, stumbling with his bow,
Shooting arrows into places no love should go.
You called it forever, I call it a joke,
A fire that smolders but never spoke.
So I’ll wear my scars like a second skin,
Your poison’s the prize for the shape I’m in.
 
It’s not gold, it’s just lead,
A weight on my chest, a ghost in my head.
A love that decays, a script overplayed,
A requiem for dreams that slowly fade.
 
So here’s to the pain, let’s toast to the tears,
To the wasted days and the empty years.
Love’s a battlefield, but I’ve laid down my arms,
No more roses, no more charms.
It’s not gold, it’s just lead,
And I’m better off now with your memory dead.
Written by MalcolmG (Malcolm Gladwin)
Published
Author's Note
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
December 2024
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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