Like a red diamond on display,
admired from a distance.
Waiting for the day to break away,
but keep getting met with resistance.

My heart smoothed with Vantablack,
looking empty, but filled with just.
Waiting for it to be swept back,
but constantly filled with cosmic dust.

A total eclipse happening once,
hiding behind the facade.
Hiding behind all fronts,
despite being attractive like a lightning rod.

Ancient Roman concrete,
where stories lie.
Never admitting to defeat,
building strength, and intensifying.

Silence of the mind,
an impossible task.
Coming undone, unconfined,
finally showing what’s under the mask.

Hardly touched, like lunar rocks,
spoken of but rarely experienced.
Can’t contain like Pandora’s Box,
once experienced like an euphoriant.

Her love was like a natural pearl,
wild, free, but hardly produced.
But she cried for it to be unfurled,
but it becomes rarer as it is reduced.

An amber with no imperfections,
hard to find, but so divine.
Never receiving reciprocal affections,
but often seen on others’ shrine.

A single snowflake drifting in,
unlike any other you’ll ever find.
Feeling the regret deep within,
all because he was blind.

The Mona Lisa, appreciated too late,
was a force that imprinted deep.
One that you cannot recreate,
but you’ll dream about her in your sleep.

A fingerprint on the heart,
no one will compare to her.
You’ll regret the day of depart,
she was the rarest thing to occur.