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You're grey.
Different, black and white
thinking. The grey spot
where things collide
and make sense.
Yet somehow, you're silver.
The sparkly grey
that no one appreciates
because it's not gold.
Silver is mediocre.
Gold is perfect.
But not everything can
be perfect. Not everyone
can be
perfect.
Everyone makes mistakes
at least once,
but my oh my,
you and your silver
are my own
definition of gold.
And I want my love for you
to be internalized,
written in the stars,
broadcast for all to see.
I want my love for you
to be known by
hundreds.
No, thousands.
No.
I want my love for you
to be known by millions
and millions.
I want my love for you
to be loved
and adored
for generations to come
so that they can learn
to appreciate silver,
too.
About the Creator
Lynne
Indie Author
YA Fiction Author
NA Fiction Author
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