I stole a pebble from by the sea
It glistened boldly in its own beauty.
It was blue and red and cruelly cracked,
made me think of things I lacked
and wanted more and more but couldn’t reach
like love, because my heart did teach
that love is but a blended thing
that turns minds to mush and traps with rings.
This pebble shaped like an ugly heart,
a triangular sculpture of modern art,
was placed inside my trouser’s shell
and stolen from its soft sea swell.
Once back inside my place of home
I reached and found the heart of stone
and saw it had become ugly
and no more glistened as it had boldly.
Without the sea the stone was dull and bland
I should have left it on the sand.