What cruel words you taunt me with, to hear such sweet praise from your lips.
Unrequited promises lay, of future worth that remain unclaimed.
It is rejection you do speak, when love is a taunt held just out of reach.
A polished jewel, honed and cut.
It sparkles and dazzles and makes you want.
How then do you handle so carelessly,
A precious gem you claim to see, but just like others have left to gather dust.
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