Fools Gold

ominous beauty your words contradict

a flower in a garden needing picked

poison petals tempting fate 

with that euphoria you create

meant to be admired from afar

like the radiant light in a midnight star

it disappears before the dawn 

the you i knew is dead and gone

just like that star in the sky

i see a beauty that long ago died

sparks and shards of what used to be

now nothing but a memory

still i stand in the garden cold and hardened

hearing your words and i beg your pardon 

you can pose as a rose or the salt of the earth

but aesthetically pleasing is all that you're worth

Reviews

[Zaliodir]

Nice poem! I love the idea that some people are "fools gold" with only skin deep beauty, and some people are "pure gold" and are beautiful through and through. I get the message of: don't be fooled by the fools gold.