How bright did you shine,
In my darkness?
Weren't you my diamond,
In the dark days?
Then why is it now,
Dull, unsparkling?
A color darker than black?
What did I lack?
Maybe, as I heard and was told;
Alas, a diamond is also hard and cold.
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Sparks in the Dark
PoetrySome words mingled and intertwined to what we call poetry. Highest Rank: #4 in Poetry (no intention of further continuation)
