they are dark pearls, radiating shadow, life pulsing in the running veins, and I'd keep them in a box and roll them in my palms if I could
they are amethysts, cut to absolute perfection, and I'd tear my body to pieces with every edge, and send my blood in a love letter if, if I could
they are a stunning electric blue, a piece of sky plucked by the angels, a drop of sea carved out by the devils, and I'd give the sea and sky, just to stare at them again if I could
if I could, I would.
I can't.
I wished I had never gazed upon them once, so I would not have to endure this longing till my death.