Foundry
Mocking, they said, for the both of us it wouldn’t work out, That, all it would take is a match stick, for both of us to burn out, And for a while it seemed we both too, were in doubt,
Coated Gold
The widest smile fills your face, atleast till they turn their back, Then the grimness hiding right behind, proudly comes back, Not just the face, it claims more than its share of your mind, Confident enough, to this defection, everyone