You gave me a bracelet,
It is gold with pink gems that is a perfect fit,
I was so thrilled and delighted because I love receiving gifts.
I always wear it on my wrist,
Stare at it before I go to sleep.
I love that bracelet,
How I wish it never faded the way it did.
Rust coated its shining captivating chains,
My skin gets itchy until I feel pain.
I am allergic to fake gold,
Soon, the lock can no longer hold.
What you have given me was fake,
It left a mark that it will take time for it to fade.
I trusted you and thought it was real,
Now you left me with this mark that I don't think time would heal.
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Dolor: Poetry of the unspoken
PoetryCollection of original poems as a way of expressing the author's unsaid thoughts and emotions. A coping mechanism of regretting the "what if's" and haunting forethought. Note that all the poems published are originally my work. Do not post it in an...
