May 2014
My tears are rubies
My heart is a diamond
My hands are merely leaves
Cracked and dry
They lie still
The sand slides through them
And hits the ground
It doesn't move
And now I know
The sand is gold
My heart is a diamond
My hands are merely leaves
Cracked and dry
They lie still
The sand slides through them
And hits the ground
It doesn't move
And now I know
The sand is gold
Of course, an alternative ending to the last paragraph is It doesn't move, And now I know, It is dead and hollow like all other things. But that's kind of depressing.
