Broken
Broken I am,
Pierced couer—
Denial, and taken,
A diamond theft.
Shedding mine!
Also rubies and emeralds,
While my blood spun and turned blue,
As he robs my diamond from me.
The perfect diamond I desired,
Never moving from denial,
I feel two not, a million in me.
Pain isn't a satire, for the precious one's gone.
"Pain that never heals..." Well,
I comprehend pain, a little now.
Torn already, like a piece of paper,
Will let myself burn to ashes, or melt into lava,
If not a diamond, at least an emerald was I!
