Emerald Fire

Twas a typical Saturday night
The bar was overflowing with people
Alone she stood out
She was a shining gem
Everything around here a wash
Nothing was more accurate than her image
Couldn’t get her out of my mind
The whole night she reappeared
Flashing
But who am i to her
But a long dead memory
Relic of  the past
Maybe
There’s something remarkable about her
But i don’t think she knows it
She’s a million bucks but doesn’t realize her worth
People tell her but no one’s ever really shown her
Made her feel it

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