I carry with me a little stone
With blood red insides, so close and unknown
I run my fingers along the cracks
Stresses to fissures to fractured glass
Its little body once was red
Molten and pliable, flow and ebb
Held by the crucible, melted down
Cooler to the touch now that it’s on the ground
Will the surfaces shine? Like facets of a gemstone
Or will all of your time have been wasted
A miner selling fool’s gold
I can’t light myself on fire just to keep from being cold
I can’t be with you forever just so we’re not lonely when we’re old
Shiny diamonds have hard edges and the cracks are filled with gold
I couldn’t love you any more, my confessions have been told
Cracks are filled with gold
Cracks are filled with gold
Cracks are filled with gold
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