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I self question, unrequited love, 
 is it careless, 
 my thoughts, unfurl? 
 For is it not unlike the oyster, 
 that is succulent, 
 alas, bares no pearl? 
 For is he not, a reward? 
 That gives me 
 of his being. 
 I savour every taste he has, 
 alas, a redundant heart 
 I'm seeing. 
 Is my broken spirit a novelty? 
 Is misery becoming, 
 my own style? 
 For is it not unlike, the oyster, 
 who feels needed, 
 for a while? 
 I close my eyes and imagine, 
 the shiny pearl, I allow, 
 to linger. 
 Alas, the image fades away, 
 for the pearl slips, 
 through my finger. 
 So I make myself a promise, 
 to calm my minds, 
 confusions. 
 Walk with strength from here on in, 
 from here, I hold, 
 no illusions.

The Oyster