You held me in your arms and whispered,
“Baby, I’ll make you my queen,”
But darling, don’t you get it-
I don’t need your love
To make me something I already am.
Her smile was a shooting star
so beautiful and rare
that by the time that you had blinked
there was no sign it had been there.
I want to ki _ _ you
(Answers may vary)
I believe in Magic.
Not the dream come true kind but the gathering
I know it’s just some stupid card game
But when you don’t know how to make friends
Maybe a little magic will help.
Plus Magic is all I have left of you
most of us are lonely
often our pools are too deep and
no one seem to bother swimming in our depths
perhaps it takes a skilled diver to understand
our inner core.
and because we feel too much
we drown ourselves in the pool of
sorrows, dying in self pity.