A vicious cycle it is,
Being broken
And breaking so many more.
I know their pain
And I don’t care.
You are the Graff pink,
While they are simple emeralds.
They’ll live
And find someone, someday,
Who will love green.
As for me,
I can only have you,
And I’ll throw infinite emeralds into the mud
Just to hold you,
If only for a moment longer.
Dcid Corvid 