The soul's that i hug
The skin's that i touched
My Sweet kissess
My Passionate whispers
I mend the broken hearted
With my secret weapon
I met a different host to a broken soul
This one was tricky to heal
I softly kissed, I passionately whispered
I notice how she carries her old trauma in a basket under her arm, disguised as sweet apples and luscious grapes.
Taking the occasional bite for a reminder of how they used to taste.
I take a new approach
Because this one is special
I cover her old scars with new ones
Every crack I see through her glass eyes
I mend with a gold filler.
I mark her skin with painless preasure.
To give her a different sense of pernamnet memories
A make a scar on her skin
That will let her drop her basket and free herself from poison fruit.
If she holds on to her scars
I want to scar her with joy
love and tenderness.
I want to gift her with a new basket
Filled with every desire her soul aches for.
I will be her friend
Her life partner
Her healer.
©artgal
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