Magic

Well if this is magic…

When I’m with you.

I’ve just got broken...into two.

Is it still called magic when I’m next to you?

No, I don’t, it’s true..

I don’t want anyone else but you.

That is true…

I call it magic…

Though you cut me up…

Made me disappear from view.

I just can’t get over…

How is this magic?

And I don’t..

No I don’t…

Want anyone else..

When I fall…

I fall too fast…

Falling because you pushed me.

As I fall, my life turns to magic.

If you would ask me now,

If I believe in magic…

Within our friendship…

well, yes.

I do.

Still believe in magic?

No you don’t.

No you don’t.

No…

You don’t.

But, Yes, I do.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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