Stephen Denny Paul White

The Gold Now Goes To Me

And here we stand, as lovers
here, we stand as friends
here we stand, with such a strength
of what will never end

here we stand as people
who, once two, became one
we stand so tall, a noble poise
beneath the auburn sun

and here we stand as buddies
we'll always stand as pals
the one who you can talk to
when your heart is falling down

I wrote those lines some time ago
I thought that they were true
I stood before a liar
all along, who had been you

and here I stand alone now
where once I stood with you
I stood there with a liar
- I was standing in the truth

the truth that I'd been blind to
I stood, but couldn't see
that right in front of my two eyes
the truth was before me

I stood with an impression
-in fact, I stood with pride
blind to what I should have seen
- it stood before my eyes

I put you on a pedastal
and I stood on a stool
to you I gave a gold medal
to me, you made a fool

I understood such little
you'd concurred such a lie
and what I thought was forever
would never last the night

I spoke of you with such a love
that only led to heart-break
and you stood right in front of me
and lied, right to my face

and here I stand, the spotlight bright
the truth has been revealed
you cheated, losing your award
- the gold now goes to me

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011

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