GOLDEN

© RYAN GUILEY

Golden is your pretty smile,

Dressing in your own style,

Not Hollywood but just you,

Simply, so amazing and true.

 

Tears come pouring down,

Lost in your eyes of brown,

That sparkles that just flare,

Holding you, as we are a pair.

 

I’ve been trying to get by,

But I am sick of the lies,

As I should never let this be,

Coming back, you will be free.

 

They can’t accept their actions,

Blaming or making subtractions,

So, they never show no fault,

Without liberty and just assaults.

 

The more time that passes,

Leaves marks with gashes,

Our children will never know,

How you make me just glow.

 

They want to have parental trust,

They need to be nurtured by us,

Not by a fake cloth blanket,

But to be touched without regrets.

 

Hoping they will turn out fine,

But that is just being blind,

Wishing no problems will transpire,

But they have started the fires.

 

I am thinking out for our kids,

As others, just close it with a lid,

As our children don’t deserve,

But the truth without any curves.