As I look into them through the cheap pearls engraved in my head
All the planets become aligned
In search of your precious gold, many have come up dead
Technically by now my body should be entering rigor mortis
Technically I should be dancing with your past lovers' corpses
But I continue to brave the high seas on a quest for your treasure
How I ask you for gold but you throw rocks at me
I find to be
The most painful pleasure
But for you I willfully stand under this rain of rocks and debris
No stone will go unturned
No hole will go un-dug
To my home, I cannot return
Without your gold I can only go back as ashes in an urn
And even to this statement you will not budge
I need it to build a statue
A statue that glimmers as it is being carved after the thought of you
With your eyes made of sapphire
I will use platinum to sculpt your royal attire
But see, these are just empty plans
Not even an ounce of a precious stone turns up as i sift through endless miles of sand
Though, at times I stumble over stones with a deceivingly golden glow
It is just something you planted there to lead me on as a sick joke
My quick burst of excitement subsides as you laugh at me with a breath so cold
As I notice I am holding nothing but pyrite... fools gold
You spoil me.
Endless rivers of
golden smiles
and pearl caresses.
You hold my hand in a diamond grip.
And leave amethyst bruises
purple up and down my neck.
You lavishly toss me the most precious
gems, you know how much I love it.
You know how much I love being spoilt
by your cubic zirconium affections.
You know how much I love your pyrite words.
I know what we've built ourselves upon.
I cherish 'we' in an illusion of grandeur.
Despite that your diamonds aren't forever,
my love shall eternally be.
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