Gold.

This is just a part of something I wrote in the summer, and I just thought I'd share it:

So forgive me, for letting you believe that you made me cry.

Forgive me, for convincing you that you’re the reason why I’m this way.

Forgive me, for ever making you think that I would have given everything up.

For inside of me is a heart weaved of lace; this is my heart, the heart of a dreamer.

You can forgive me or you can pity me,

but most of all, you can remember that this heart is mine,

and it’s as heavy as gold.

One day you’ll understand; one day you’ll see,

that it takes more than enough strength to hold.