Green
Ripped by hate, torn by my heart -
Tears the hole in my chest, slivered by the thorns -
I cried my best, tears lost to the dunes -
Beauty lies in the sands, true by treasure -
Wonderfull by sight, worth far less -
Beauty does not shine, in the eye of a diamond -
I will rather spade my grave, to rake your gold plated faces -
What is destroyed, from above to beyond -
Can never be replaced, useless, lost to the case -
The one you green with promises to save
poem by Unic Cjonr
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