Opal

Opal taste like sea salt

Bitter yet satisfying

Opal is nostalgic

it would remind you of springtime

The first day you can wear your toes out

Free Ritas

Opal is a short wait in the nail salon

And the hair salon

The feeling of loving the skin you’re in

If Opal were a game it’d be a puzzle

Not a crossword but a Sudoku

Opal is you

The ultimate mood, ring

The ‘You’ you were when you heard “don’t grow up too fast”

The ‘You’ you were once you figured out why

It’s not easy being Opal

Having to spend each day explaining

Contemplating

If Opal were art it wouldn’t be a Mona Lisa

Opal is an Illmatic album

Perfection before it’s time

If my mood were a color it’d be Opal

You shouldn’t have to describe it but you do anyway

I want a home where every wall is Opal

Every ceiling and every floor

I want to live inside an igloo that isn’t cold

see fireworks that aren’t too bright

and  experience love that never gets old

Opal is a contact lens

for my third eye

A kaleidoscope formed to see through the lies

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