Failed once,
there's always second,
Failed again,
there's always next.

i just can't breathe in here, my head is spinning
i believe the stale air is thinning
i get no answers to the questions i'm sending
black magic love spells are trending

i read poems. but never reach the ending
they lead me back to the beginning
i feel so guilty of the time i am spending
black magic love spells are winning

(11-9-12-8 syllable count for both stanzas)

Morning Dew
Before Sunrise
Very Excellent
Elixir
Of
Soul Therapy

How many ever notice,
it's an alternative cure,
throughout troubles and crumbles,
yet, its an amazing healer.

Fantasy no. 3 of Mozart, and
Sonata of Beethoven,
flurries a similar tune,
addicting us to sleep.

The perfect time to unleashed the tears is, upon rainy days, in the bathroom, while waters running..
for one couldn't notice you..