By Bi
MY PRETTY PEARL
The pretty pearl sits delicately and angelicly on the mantelplace,
So protected and untouchable in its glass case,
It's surface so smooth and fragile with not one blemish,
A gourmet meal served with cherries and eaten with relish.
My mother's grandmother was given a pearl,
So priceless and rare, fair and beige like her cascading front curl,
Treasured and forever kept like a precious soul,
No one was to touch, kiss, caress, fondle and hold.
It sits there looking glorious and proud,
Attracting a large and captivated crowd,
The pearl so close yet so unbelievably far,
Perfect surface, not one bump and not one char.
Gazing at the pearl I remember what I tried to forget
Every emotion feels like a knife slicing my head,
I daren't feel the way I want to
Beacause this dream will never come true.
Little bits of memories suddenly come flooding back,
As if they'd never been mourned over and put in a pack,
Those warm, fuzzy feelings envelope me
Putting me back into confusion, desperation and misery.
What's worse than a lover love then discard you
Is having a lover pretend to love you
Knowing that all the times together
Was false, unreal, rots my heart as time goes on forever.
The pretty pearl sits delicately and angelicly on the mantelplace,
Oblivious of my brewing emotions trapped in my case,
Unpolluted and forever innocent paying no heed
To the ugly felings and behaviour of the human race.
Blogged
@ 9:14 PM
Don't let me go -
