Ruby
All the riches of the world in my hand
I hold you close to my chest
My beating heart, my tiger stripes
The sun smiles on you
Through the ice cold air crystals
Because it knows
You keep me warm
Garnet
The mysterious queen
You hide your splendour
Your magic is undeniable
You glisten black but sparkle crimson
You’re not a liar, though you say you are
The shining mysticism you deliver
Blesses my mind and my soul
Emerald
Such a loving nurturer
A warm breeze on a cold day
The chasms of love pull me into an embrace
The forest, the grass, the meadows are all you
You fit in my hand like you were made for it
Or maybe I was made for you
How long have you been waiting for me
Pyrite
You play tricks, but you can’t deceive me
I always knew you for what you are
A shining abundance
Tossed to the side for the disappointment you caused
Not me
You never disappointed me
I needed you, I still need you
You are the magic, you are the wealth
You’ll never be jewelry
But you’ll always be a jewel to me
About the Creator
mick
A bit of a stream of consciousness here. All things self-growth, discovery and improvement.
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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