Better a flawed diamond, than a perfect pebble.
Deny your own heart; you’re a rebel.
I cry for your happiness, you’ve laid it on a pile of bones.
This is why so many people lose diamonds in search of stones.
But diamonds are brilliant & bright,
And pressure only makes them shine with light.
One carat gone, a thousand more to find.
From the rough, new stars shall be mined.
I hope you are not left with only coal,
Because I’m about to discover the light of my soul.
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Jai747 (
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there are parts of this little poem that quite rightly might be called a little gem...... Neville
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