i don't like a gold rush.
there's something in the quick brushes, accidental touches and your secret stares. perhaps it's a language between your fingertips and mine that whispers a confession. perhaps it's the golden string connects your golden heart with mine; your eyes gleam, and i'm flushed red. or perhaps it's your aureate soul - one sculpted by the tender hands of the universe, every hair strand carefully placed, every look and touch soft - touching mine; i wonder what it must be like to love you. what would happen if i met your pensive eyes? and if perhaps my hands touched yours? would you turn into gold? i can see them coming, those who want steal your treasure and sail away on their ships.
their eyes gleam with desire, to want something they cannot bear. then i wonder, am i merely a sailor too, charmed by the reflection of myself in your eyes? it was about time that my bronze realise it can never replicate your purity. i turn to the pages of my book, but their eyes linger. i don't like this gold rush. i don't think i'd want anyone to want your touch. my heart tells me to look back.
you're already here. and you tell me you see your reflection in my eyes, one that wasn't muddled in dirt, that it made you shine, just like me. my mind tells me this is fantasy, but the way i can hear your heartbeat from the hands that grip mine tell me,
that you didn't like a gold rush either.
i wish i could blame ria but i can't because i'm the simp here <//3 if you can't tell, this is heavily inspired by taylor swift's gold rush <3
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