You think they look dull and boring,
But,
They resemble ambers,
They have a fire in them,
Pure emotion burning,
Burning brightly ready to defend.
They hurt you,
Now you're over them.
They confronted you,
You scared them with how strong you became without them.
In the day you are ready to take on the world,
But,
Like every rare gem,
You can crack and split.
I can see the last bit heartbreak in those pretty amber eyes.
