Broken
the emerald of our love seemed so pure
you were the Cullinan of my heart
yet, even graphite has no cure
for curing was no start
our love splintering
on your part
crumbling
broken!
it’s gone
it was sold
you were the one
so fragile, yet so cold
my diamond turned to graphite
there was no place in your mould
I found a black diamond… reflected no light
-the Cullinan Diamond was the world's biggest diamond discovered at the time 3100 carats-
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
