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