This little diamond ring sat unused,
And unsure of.
A scion from an unrealized destiny.
Destined now for jewelry box obscurity.
A pittance when translated to green,
This white gold ring of what has been.
To collect a sum for its parts,
This ring from K-Mart...
Diamonds are forever,
And as old as a mountain.
It’s only one failed endeavor,
And who’s counting?
Here’s to fresh starts.
And mountain tops.
People who aren’t worth your heart,
And diamonds that still pop.
