• Wrapped around my neck
    A Necklace of desperate
    Weighing heavily
    It shines in the sun
    It drags in the dark
    The necklace
    It tears at my heart.
    A gift from him
    The only thing he left
    Of course in reality,
    He gave after a theft.
    At times my hand shoots up
    To the jewel resting there
    It feels the smooth past
    It reminds me
    Love is not fair.