It  glitters  but  withers. Hope-less  romance. Un-equal  love  equation. Snow  princess  and  ice-cold  queen. You shackled  my  heart  to  freezing  wintery   nights and  I  die  softly,  slowly, surely. 

Blinded  by  the  sparkling  moments. Making  me  your  precious  jewel. But  your  glitters  caused  me  blisters. To the  discerning  eye, I  was  a  fool. Deeply  lost,  far  gone! Shattered  spirit,  saddened  soul. 

Un-like  the  silvery  tresses  of  the  translucent moon, you  glitter  and  bleed  a  heart  to  death. An  echoing  abyss  that  swallows  my  un-born  dreams  and  the  cold  hands  that  rip  it  off  its  socket. Your  greed  is  an hour-glass  perfection  and  you  plot  my  ruin  while  I  lay  on  your  bosom. 

That  which  glitters  is  laced  with  bitters. And  that  which  rains  silver  sparkles  is  a heart  made  of  solid  stone. A  fairy  drenched  in  fragranced   flowers,  but  an  echoing  abyss  stinking  from  an  oozing  stench. Now  in   trembling  wisdom, I  learn  it  hard. All  that  glitters  is  not  gold. 

An original poem by @edith4angelseu

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