once i had a beautiful diamond
the perfect cut and crystal clear
i never thought much about it then
just left it lying around never treated it with much regard
i guess i simply assumed that it would always be there.
then one day i lost it.
i woke up one day to realise that it was no longer there
inactual fact
it began slowly loosing its lusture and slipping away from me some time ago but i was just simply too blind to see it
after crying buckets of tears later
life went on.
a hollow empty half life
as the metal hands crawl over the clock face
by and by one learns and heals.
but i guess you never truely mend
you carry the scars along with you through the course of life.

by chance though
the diamond came back.
broken chipped lacklusture.
but how i rejoiced and welcomed it with open arms back into my life
pouring all of my soul giving it all that i had to nurse it back to its original beauty
but i know that this diamond i can never again call mine
its right there but its no longer the same diamond that i once knew.
yet i ignore all the other precious gems around me
because i am blinded by this that once was mine.

i wish i didnt.
i wish i wouldnt.
but i do.