Not all that glitters is gold,
But it is that which glitters that catches the eye.
so I slip,
I slip through the visions he has of what he wants.
So our obvious chemistry slips,
Slips when she walks past with golden thighs exposed.
So our connection is lost,
Lost because I have fake hair that she doesn’t need.
And my hope then dissipates,
Lost to the reality that chocolate skin is loved last.