i was talking about
how he was like that celebrity
he was nothing like
the other day
nothing else could express
the brightness i see reflects off his surface
only he, made of
the most expensive jade
carved from the delicate touch
of master craftsmen
from an era long forgotten
of multifunctional multifaceted boys
sitting humbly at your morning meals
showcased in the most regal of settings
perfect for all occasions
my mind does not suffice as a temple
to keep him on display
i only know him as precious
unsure the strength in his structure
the fear i feel
to test if he will withstand me
or just shatter
is because he is made of celadon jade
too distant to understand
too astounding to approach
far too much like him for my liking
so i stay behind the velvet ropes
studying my history
attempting to learn to make
a diamond out of my own mind.
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melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
