Morganite lips, always silent when around those inferior him.
Silver kind eyes, observant of the world, always looking into your heart.
Words of gold, so much weight and value on those honest carats.
Diamond hands, keeping to himself yet saving those falling over the edge.
Tender psyche, always understanding and compassionate.
Such an alexandrite personality, morphing around the one's he truly cares for, maintaining character.
Strength of jade, fighting off the demons and evil of the world.
A large morganite attraction, no one took him for granted.
No one doubted his sapphire heart.
Such a rich person,
But only if such treasure existed.
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Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.