False Diamonds
In the dirty alley, shards of broken glass
Bright blue slivers and chips scattered everwhere
As sharp and deadly as knives
Shimmering like false diamonds in the sun...
When I saw them I suddenly knew why
I couldn't fix this between you and I...
You were asking for a second chance - again!?
But I was still asking why?
Another tear to shed,
You know that
I am the one who will cry!
But you don't care,
You had a whore
You had another
You made this love a lie...
And now it litters the street
With the rest of the filth and trash
Tattered and forgotten
Not worth finding, not worth fixing
Like my heart
In a thousand lost and broken pieces
Love is not for sale
You cannot get it from a whore...
If were to go back to you now
I could not respect myself and,
So 'quoth the raven, nevermore'
Everyone wants true love,
Even you,
But love cannot be true,
When you dash it with a pack of lies!
But now we both know
That love is harshly tested,
Just like a jewel brought to a trading shop
And rarely does a skilled diamond dealer
Trade riches or glory for a piece of broken glass...
Contributed by rosered7
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