Golden

.....

All that I loved I have lost,
Now all that I could love I cannot touch.

Just watch love flee like a butterfly in noon,

Blooming like a flower from its cocoon.
All alone,no hope in sight.

You're left to wither and wonder why

And just like Midas you can't touch,

Or risk the burden of unfortunate events to come.

You watch life just pass you by,

And in it's beauty you begin to cry.

If only,If only to hold them so close.
But then all your demons will be exposed.
Wanting to be with the others in hand,

But knowing is ever so grand.
If I could take it all back with the click of the times hands,

I would be so grateful of everything I had.