I consulted the fridge magnets today and rather wished I hadn’t.
Love light
in my head,
goddess at his feet.
He screams,
“Is over!”
and crushes petals
rust red
in my bitter bed.
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Yikes. Someone angered the fridge oracle! 🙂
I hope this message was meant for someone else…
I do, too!
Oh nice!
I thought it was rather tragic 🙂
Yes, but it was very well done. That’s what I meant. 💕
I’m glad 🙂
Maybe it wasn’t a good thing to start with and now that it’s over….better things??!!
There’s always that. When it ends in time to believe in the possibility of starting something else.
Wise to remember magnets are always repelling and stuck up.
Ha! True. I think this message was destined for someone else, says she, crossing fingers…
Perhaps it’s a metaphor.
For something not very happy, then.