i look at her like she's magic
like the one with red and golden confetti
she seems like the dove that always come up from a box
and fly above as if freedom is embraced

i look at her like she's magic
like the one with fancy fans and hats
who always made me smile and giggle
and think how amazing she was

but then i am now to the point
that i see the real thing beyond
beyond magic, beyond her
and then i realized that
it does not gives me the interest anymore

but the sparkle is still there
like how mini fireworks have
but you have given me one reason
to stop my interest in you
but i want you to know
that i still love you

*b.a