Glitters

I sat on the sofa, anticipating of you again,

I don’t know how to say sorry for the pain you gain.

If no glitters are gold, why when I’m with you, I felt I’m gold?

My feelings can’t be sold; It is a thing I have you to tell.

I go back to the comfort room, thinking that there’s a comforting broom.

I talk to you about all the things I hate; it all ended me being in my room.

If no glitters are gold, why I felt like gold lost when I’m with you?

I stood on the neighborhood’s stoop, waiting that memory to re-loop.

I heard rumors become your life; I thought you weren’t that kind of hype.

I talked to you and hoped us be fixed so.

You talked to me; leave me, bro.

If no glitters were gold, would memories be glitter?

    A glitter to be blown if I don’t want to,

    A glitter to hide if I want to,

    A glitter of love to sparkle what I have,

    A glitter of love to sparkle what I want to have.