Emerald rings adorned my fingers.
Peridot sat upon my wrists.
Jade pendant in my necklace.
Why all these envious gifts?
I thought I didn't love him anymore.
So, why am I still out to settle a score?
A girl on his arms, as he passes by.
Why that look? He already said goodbye.
Left me with a sweet "I can't talk to you."
How did I perceive it wasn't true?
Tried to talk to me again, soon,
But I said, "Leave, it's late afternoon."
Envious I was, happily, of a friend.
And now, I realized my inner emotion.
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Colornnets
PoetryColor+Sonnets=Colornnets Color is not all about image. Color has a feeling. Color is alive. Read about the life of colors.
