Silver
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The day he left
He threw down the ring
Now that is all I have left
Such a small and simple thing
Gold turns to green
And never smiles at life
But silver is the best seen
On the edge of a bloody knife
One minute he was here
And then he is gone
The silver on the rim of the mirror
Shows I am alone
It shines in my eyes even now
Though there is nothing here
I just wonder how
I will make it through this fear
The day he left
Was the saddest thing
Now all that I have left
Is this cold silver ring
By: Mika Buell
August 20, 2000
9:15 pm
Inspired by:
Symbols of lost love and how to over come those things.