I think I am in love with you,
And then in every tarot card reading I do
Your existence is the only one I see.
I tried a witch's spell once,
I burnt a candle and poured hot wax
Into cold water harvested on a full moon
It was a surprise when I swore, it read your initials
Every time I would take an apple stem
I would try to twist it and get through
The alphabet and somehow
I made it to the first letter of your name
Every time I see a message from you
I cannot help but smile and that in the end
Tells me that I guess I probably do love you.
Remember, I only mean probably.
YOU ARE READING
Separation of Fate
PoésieThere are three levels of fate, and for each, there is a lesson to learn. Higher fate for the good in life, the middle fate for the middle ground, and lower fate which are the ones that we learn the most lessons from. Each form of fate offers us a l...
