When I think about you, I can only think of one word: “penny.”
Not the nickname others call you, but the value of the word
A penny, equal to a single cent
Molded from an expensive yet worthless material
I feel like that encompasses you entirely
Not because I believe you are worthless or have too expensive of tastes
But because you hold the complexities of both beauty and subtlety
An expensive material viewed as worthless is left for only those worthy enough to find it
I feel that I have found you
I feel that I have understood you
Even if you push your way through life, covered in fake golden flakes
Even if you pretend your lineage is laced in silver
I can see the trueness of your copper heart
A truly mesmerizing dusty brown with specks of orange
Something true, something real
A color connected to the earth itself, while the others are connected to the skies
That’s what I like about you
Amidst the sparkles of your outward persona, you are real
And reality is so hard to find in every passing day
You might not be ready to be real with the world at large
But you can be real with me
You are invaluable
Not the nickname others call you, but the value of the word
A penny, equal to a single cent
Molded from an expensive yet worthless material
I feel like that encompasses you entirely
Not because I believe you are worthless or have too expensive of tastes
But because you hold the complexities of both beauty and subtlety
An expensive material viewed as worthless is left for only those worthy enough to find it
I feel that I have found you
I feel that I have understood you
Even if you push your way through life, covered in fake golden flakes
Even if you pretend your lineage is laced in silver
I can see the trueness of your copper heart
A truly mesmerizing dusty brown with specks of orange
Something true, something real
A color connected to the earth itself, while the others are connected to the skies
That’s what I like about you
Amidst the sparkles of your outward persona, you are real
And reality is so hard to find in every passing day
You might not be ready to be real with the world at large
But you can be real with me
You are invaluable
