What happened?
To the words
You would eloquently put together
Piece by piece,
I thought you were like magic.
Painting a picture
With words that seemed so promising,
Of a future we would share together.
When did you stop painting?
Just one sentence
And you had put a spell on me;
To put my crying heart to sleep
Without my acknowledgement
I fell
And chased the white rabbit
Down the spectacular rabbit hole.
Listening to your words
Creating an exquisite painting
That I can no longer find.
I think I thought you were magic
Because you've disappeared on me.