And I shall mix my own potion, fighting the dark to integrate light. It bubbles and tickles throat. Warm and cools at same time taunting senses. It travels to heart burning away old emotions lodged that inhibit.
A grand concoction valuable but free. Try it for a better tomorrow.
POTION: One part love One part forgiveness One part trust mixed with dreams and one part inner light. Take as often as needed, below full moon for best results.
Bumping into a girl named Destiny After stumbling on pebbles across the ocean Left me with false notions Of love and its nuances I reckoned the water will always be satiny And love is a painting For the souls waning And the Sun shall always set for us In the West Laying slumber to the endearing scenery Laying memories to a peaceful rest Funnily, the tides always had an affinity For washing away writings on the sand Realizing now, God didn't bring the two of us together On this colorful land With utmost sincerity Towards a God named Romance
Even though Destiny You changed places And left me at the mercy of my fate I know the horizon is unanchorable Similarly, I know I shall go looking for you again In these treacherous waters Even during hard-hitting rain With inchoate courage Even when I'm somnambulant Dying within the Earth's recesses Within time's everlasting edifice I shall foolishly go looking for you again Just to erase your pain
And in my hour of demise I won't expect you at my burial I easily surmise
Because I hoped to grasp what was destined For us In the firmament Of this exemplary universe And as the Sun rises During day-break Nevertheless, the same way And my soul will rise Ending its indignation Brought by You Not being bothered by the evanescing memory of You
these ingredients are essential to my soul like a potion I inhale its potent sweetness so light on my tongue it slips past my teeth, tumbling down my throat to reside in my belly glowing in my heart, awakening my bones so I can sleep as though I'd never been born
as you walk through this forest you duck under branches and boughs that are the gnarled fingers of a witch as she stirs her dark and glassy potion resembling a puddle you peer into and gasp when the reflection there isn't you
a creepy little forest story as something different for y'all <3 i guess this would be more appropriate in october but inspiration hit while walking my dog today