I don't think I'm ever going to be enough for you
I'm not going to be what you truly want
Maybe you think you love me because I was the first girl to really catch your eye
But I'm not going to be the only one
I have problems you want to fix
But that's not your job, it's mine
I would be lying if I said you didn't help me pick my head up, you did
But you can't fix me 100%
That's my job, I have no clue how
But you've helped me figure things out
I don't think I'm good for you, I'm an unhealthy addiction
You probably don't see it now
But you'll realize I'm not the only pearl in the sea
You just settled with the first one you found and in reality, my clam is empty
I'm toxic

Blondie finds a shell

peeps out an eldritch pearl

begins a new vision

I dream
how her morning nakedness
overshadows the depth of old plants
and how her tears of joy twinkle
at the edge of my deluge

I forget
how in a gray black past
my pillow was wet with tears
and I kissed it because I could not expect
ever to embrace someone like her

I honour
forever how I found her
the pearl  in a sea full of mines
and how she quenched my sadness
as if it had been hers for many years

I cherish
how on a late day in June
on an ancient brigde in Prague
I asked for her hand and how her eyes filled up
with the light that keeps me warm

I hope
she will stay

Much like a small pearl
Refined by the ocean's waves,
Her flaws were heaven.

the sweltering muse
ringing like crackling
shimmering hue
of pearls lost
of beaded consciousness

to look me in the eyes
pearl-less and cast
aside under the parent
orb of silver moon,

a violin careening,
weeping like the thrill
of dragon scales,
magnificent and noble
yet isolated in the rubble

harder to find a hand
about the fog and mildew
crumbling pieces of tragic
memories, reminiscence
of all the hours I wait

dwelling without haste
among the lone tree tops
see you on the dark night
with owls swaying in the blue expanse

again, once again
it's going to be tough on me
pearls withstanding beauty
and clarity,
scattered into the clutches
of oblivion

falling asleep in restless dreams
the day they scattered
bring back joy and happiness
when I find the will
to settle my shaking hands

to refine the beaded necklace

swore yourself to another girl
that she will be your precious pearl
but if one day you look over your shoulder
it is my name you ever love in every letter