The String of Pearls

Clasped in my palms, a string of pearls

A gift so dear, from a special soul

How clearly I remember, the night you came

And wrapped me up in a tight embrace

Adorned my neck with the string of pearls

 

 

The beads that lay, on the string of pearls

Like drops of dew, before the dawn breaks

Hooked to a thread so tender and fragile

So ethereal and delicate, a jewel so precious

How close to my heart was the string of pearls

 

 

Everywhere I went, I wore the string of pearls

To Everyone I met, I displayed your gift of love

Some were jealous, some indifferent,

Few acknowledged, a love so rare

A priceless souvenir -my string of pearls,

 

 

I looked my best with the string of pearls,

So on your Birthday, I put them on

And waited all day, all evening and night;

But you never showed up. You never called back.

Alone I was, with your string of pearls

 

I slept on the chair, wearing the string of pearls

It was past twelve, when you came home drunk

You woke me up and said you were leaving

You had chosen your wife, and it wasn’t me

I stood there stunned, clinging to the string of pearls

 

 

Tears rolled down to my string of pearls

I refused to budge, to leave you forever

I know you were drunk, so you abused and cursed me

But never did I dream, you would raise your hand

You broke my trust and the string of pearls

 

 

Split in two, was my string of pearls

Scattered to the floor were the beads so dear

You crushed my faith, my respect, and my love

Wounded on the outside, shattered from within

I bent down and picked, my broken string of pearls

 

 

So fond was I of the String of pearls,

But you left me hurt, betrayed and lifeless

I made up my mind to live without you,

Into the trash, I threw your token of love

Today it was nothing, but a string of pearls