Diamond

it starts as a double face
one for her and another for another
they all love you
despite the lies and deception
they like the gleams of your multiple faces
you give such a magical light
for them
you are a gem
a diamond

you get tired
looking for mud
you want
to bury what magical light is left

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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