you're a melancholic blue rock who's oblivious to what you're parallel of
just a slight erosion I noticed, as I picked up the little crumbles the gem stones the tears
crystallizing under crushing pressure; I know it's aching, some time to tether you're (spontaneously) combusting but you're still as dainty as a feather
don't have to look at your reflection, just your shadows then you'll see you're illuminating and now you know you're more than enough you were just a diamond in the rough.