The Rock
She sat on the rocks looking out at the water
The sun reached across and she smiled as it caught her
She picked up a pebble that stood out in the sand
And fingered it lightly as it lay in her hand
It was daring like him to sparkle so brightly
She stared at it long then held it tightly
Then suddenly it cut her, it cut her fast
The cut had hurt, the hurt would last
She stared at the water as the sky went dim
Then threw in the rock for the rock was like him.
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