Nothing Gold Ever Stays
Summary: A poem I wrote in dedication to my favorite group of Greasers, to show how much The Outsiders has impacted my life.
Nothing gold ever stays,
like a beautiful rose, it wilts, it dies
or fades away
The smell of whiskey and cigarettes linger here,
and I cry one thousand tears
over them.
They fly off the pages of paper and ink,
and find a place in my mind,
as if they could cure the loneliness I hide.
Dysfunctional to the seams,
they held themselves together,
oh how much I envy, these characters of fiction.
Nothing gold ever stays,
or so they say,
a smile is all I wear,
when I read the words on the page,
and watch them on the silver screen,
But when it's over...
I just want to scream.
Nothing gold ever stays,
for those who waste their life away,
such as I,
who spends so much time crying,
musing and bleeding.
Nothing gold ever stays.
It eventually dies or fades away.
How much I wish I could live within those paper walls,
secured with a switchblade,
and a love that burns like a golden flame.
"Stay Gold..."