Touch To Gold Poem by Gio Masserati

Touch to Gold
Everything
Everything she touches turns to Gold

Her life story gets old sometimes
Even though she's learned to take it as a compliment
She's even been offered a woman's husband
As a peace offering of sordid sorts
Would that have appeased the woman's guilt?
We wonder to what extent she would go to patch things up?
Though she was guilty as charged this would never do

The thing is, if she'd have taken her the woman's husband
That's where the stories become redundant
Because then the woman, his wife, would want him back
And he'd be a wanted man by others too, for sure

For everything she touches turns to Gold

Because, friend, you see
You are in love with She

You copy her instincts
You follow the pack
But she'll never trust you again
After stabbing her in the back

She doesn't want your husband
If she did want him she'd take him
But her morals are higher built
She'd never touch a married man
Even yours!
So lie away and lay in your guilt

Because, you see
Everything she touches turns to Gold

A life masterpiece takes time to understand
So she waits in atonement and grace
Spinning gold as she touches enlightenment
Touching whatnots into possessions people want

At times it's often happenstance
That someone becomes amazed with her
While gazing at her stardom dance
And wants to have her gold
This want is more like stealing instead
That's why her storyline
Everything she touches turns to Gold
Has gotten very incredibly old