Your Broken Promise


In my possession is

An intricate silver ring

Not true silver

But even the green color

That it will sometimes

Tint my finger

I have an affection for

The pattern wearing

Although cast aside

Into the leaves

Now, in the twilight

It is found

No monetary value

No true outer beauty

But my most treasured

Most prized possession

Green left ring finger

A token of memories

I can never get back

A symbol of love

And a reminder of pain

A broken promise


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