Sweet scent of July fills the open air
Forcing my head with memories of you
All the times we use to cry out and swear
Constantly making us worn down and blue
Wishing the heat would just melt us away
Into puddles of teenage love and hate
Please let these feelings become yesterday
I just want to be able to think straight
Your taste of bitterness still lingers near
Sweeping across my thin rose color lips
Remembering how you hold me so dear
Like the moon during a solar eclipse
One day these sore thoughts will be in the past
Remove from my mind forever at last
About the Creator
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️8 days ago in Fiction
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