The stone that's
cloaked by the dirty earth,
shines, glimmers.
A girl's best friend
trying to dance but
is bound, longing, desiring.
In efforts to protect a friend
The stone attempted to stay
Concealed within the pits
of beautiful loneliness.
It moved, unwillingly, to
a greenhouse like
box with see through walls.
Feeling naked, exposed,
for everyone who walks
down the street to see.
The stone can half
blind a wise woman, and
pop out the eyes
of a stupid woman. Its women’s
Achilles’ heel, men know.
A lovesick guy trying to
keep what he might lose
captures it, only to be rejected
by the girl of what he thinks
his dreams are.
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