Malachite, the cursed stone

shines an eye on me and you

opens up a wing or two

leaves a space, a little room

when we pass the halls alone

eyes at war, your skin is green

rising like an endless scene

god, i wish you weren't so mean

I'm alive, yet I am pinned

dying now like I have sinned

i have learned now to forgive

you can't even seem to grin

staring in an endless pool

butterflies may have a sip

look into your eyes you fool

free the little girl within

malachite, the butterfly

greener than an open field

gently, I will play with him

(Authors note: HI I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A LONG TIME! I'm so happy I finally got out of my writers block so I might actually be writing more consistently!! It's not much but I hope you enjoy! :] )