13 - gemstones

Well, just a lock of hair away,
blonde and soft, your ruby tongue
never seemed too far away.
Burning lies into the sides of our
frienship and our love,
things aren't the same, once that
stone removed, the garnets
from our glistening names.

This may be right, it may be wrong
but what is left is just broken parts,
what used to be, can no longer be
the start of what belonged.

I'm still studded in your emerald eyes;
the kisses of your earnest soul,
I miss the patterns in your chest
that I left beside that heart of gold.

The End

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