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It means more
Than you give it credit for
It gives you space
You give it space
Which equals time
Standing in place
In all this space
Witchcraft and wine
it comes so naturally,
and now that you’re mine
I’m going to actually
try my best not to lose it.
If there’s a bomb then I will defuse it.
If there’s an offer I’ll just refuse it.
If there’s a card to play I’m going to use it.
Because you’ve got me under

Your blanket of stars and mysteries,
connecting our scars and histories.
In parked cars both sighing mystically
and back to the park where I was to shy to try anything.

Sorcery and scotch
you put me in a trance.
If you took it down a notch,
I just might stand a chance
that I’m not going to lose my head,
even with my cheeks burning red
getting brighter as you quietly said
“I’ll meet you tonight in our bed.”
Depriving me of slumber

With your healing touch and cosmic skin,
I’m within your clutch and freely giving in.
It’s too much and you have yet to begin,
removing my crutch and cleansing me of each sin.

I was warned of street magicians
and cautioned with tales of gateway drugs.
To not take my eyes off no matter the conditions,
because that’s when they tend to pull rugs.
“If you fall for one,
you’ll fall for them all.”
But this time I’m done,
I think it’s last call.

With your witchcraft and wine,
you make it look so divine.
This one poured out like a rose,
within minutes cause I had so much to say.
I wonder how it will be
When I love someone other than thee
And he will see
Right here in this poetry
How much you meant to me
And maybe
I’ll wish I never wrote them
Momentarily
Buried in his apathy
There’s a better place to be
Surely
But that would mean
I’d have nothing to do with he
There ain’t no better for me
Even if it means
All I see
Is his apathy
Apparently
That is all he’ll give to me
So I must accept
His gift preciously
His apathy
Temper turns temples to dust
Temper brings about unjust
Washes up a stupid storm
Smart decisions not the norm
I, me, the biggest dummy
When the temper strikes in me
Through these starry eyes which I look
The hint has been took
But that doesn’t mean
I will finish this book
It will probably
Be over someday
We shall see
We shall see
Probably
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