The gold within you

It happens with the first purchase 

You trade in a small chip of your gold for what you think is worth more 

We've all done it 

||for the world 

Slowly your gold is diminishing and in its place is a new collection of what we will call

Hoarded objects or

People that look good on us 

But you see now everyone who sees you touches the fabric you've bought for your body (clothing) and says how nice it feels under their finger tips 

They point at you and your abusive boyfriend from far away and say how classy you look together 

What great dance partners

You're the life of the party 

Youre hurting though 

Heart disease

because you've traded what once was your soul for this world &

There is just a small piece left 

Your mom

wonders if it's there still

They can barely make out the glow of Gold still in you 

|| if not for grace there go I

|| I still believe you will clean house soon enough