The Whitest Pearl
I am afraid to love something that is so pure yet wrong
To be a bird flying against a current going To Who knows where
Today I lay consumed by the idea of what we could be
However instead I lay back and watch the drowning sea
I am flustered looking for my gem among the caves filled with plenty
Always carrying obsidian, it is me, looking for my pearl
Over looking the diamond in sight, perfect in almost every way
Yet, Still searching for the idea of the whitest pearl
Only to realize I had wasted years of digging drowning in sweat and tears
This diamond to my obsidian was something that couldn’t ever be compared
It has no words to be described because it is none like any other
The dream of this pearl I had was nothing more than fright of the reality
You may look for the one that shines the brightest, turns everyone envious
You hold an idea of this milky pearl
However, with a little polishing that diamond was something that touched only your soul
Soon to come, the diamond was willing to give it all to a piece of volcanic rock which had caused so much destruction
Will you hope for the pearl or take your diamond?
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