I am the roughest small diamond,
Unset.
Still loose amongst the shale;
Waiting for that skilled Jeweller
To polish me,
To cut me,
To wrap me,
in gold;
And sell my soul,
To the hand that holds me,
and moulds me,
For the rest of their life.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
I am the roughest small diamond,
Unset.
Still loose amongst the shale;
Waiting for that skilled Jeweller
To polish me,
To cut me,
To wrap me,
in gold;
And sell my soul,
To the hand that holds me,
and moulds me,
For the rest of their life.
