Your words were a spell
that cast the dark soul
rooting inside of me

for a very long time,
I was freed.

Your words were an aroma
that enticed and enchanted
my whole being,

I was alive.

Later I found out,
your words were a dark charm
that made me believe
everything you've shown
was right,

a smell of nothing
but a lie.

Darkness ate me back to the abyss,
I was cursed not to
find a true bliss.

I look in your heart
For the first, to the last
Before I try to glance
Through the door of your
Soul.

I try to collect the crystals
From your deepest corners
You have so many beautiful
Flowers, in your soul garden

You, so afraid to water these
Inhibiting them to fully grow
And bloom with their full divinity.

I collect all the fallen petals
Of your roses and oriental lilies.
Sending them into the air.
So the fragrance can mingle

Do you see your soul crystals
When made shine with full doses.
Feeling fragrance of your soul roses
Do you see your garden?
Of your beautiful heart
The rare present given to you.

The work of many painful years
The crop you harvest in the heart
And soak it with quiet tears.

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I am what you read,
*you are what I write