What do you mean, vampires aren't real?
Have you not seen what my love eats as his meal?
It is my pure heart, and the blood that runs through my veins.
He feeds off my innocence, leaving the napkins with red stains.
What do you mean, warlocks are fake?
Haven't you seen my love when he makes a mistake?
He uses spells and words of wonder to make me forget
all of the pain that he's caused me, all my years of regret.
What do you mean, werewolves are only from tales?
Haven't you heard my love when he howls and wails?
Late at night when the moon is full
his claws are bared at me as he scolds, kicks and pulls.
What do you mean, ghosts don't exist?
Don't know you it is the ghost of my love whom I truly miss?
When he returns home from work with red lipstick on his tie,
I know his spirit is elsewhere, for the light has left from his eyes.
What do you mean, you don't believe in magic?
Don't you know it is the only thing that could cause all of this havoc?
Only something supernatural, something beyond this realm
could make me stay with a man who was rooted from hell.
"What do you mean, trusting in the Doctor is a last resort?
Don't you know only a Doctor could heal this hurt?
Only a Love that knows no limits
could change a heart so close to a cynic. "
The lines above are a lovely addition from Ashley Spence, who writes beautiful poetry which I am glad is now part of my own.
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