Atomic Number 79
I promised to make his dreams official
He feared his desires would appear superficial
Yet still he fought and pushed me away
And the love I require remains self contained
I offered him light and security
These words can't be heard on his sound frequency
He attempts to hide in a blanket of silence
Blissfully unaware he's purely transparent
It's not what he says, it's the undertones
That tells me there's gold in his veins and bones
Waiting to be discovered, to be unearthed
Evidence, proof of just how much he's worth.
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