My pearl
My pearl,
I loved so much.
A hole through the middle-
Stringed into a necklace-
Right on my chest.
Love was too small of a word to describe;
How I felt.
One day, it was stolen.
My pearl;
The one I held so dear,
Stolen by sullied hands.
Left alone, I felt it,
Part of me was missing;
Ruined by another.
My pearl was sullied.
Others laughed.
For it was just a pearl
But I knew it wasn't.
Copyright © Lizzy Kulcsar | Year Posted 2024
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