Mix me a potion.
Brew me a spell.
We'll sit by the ocean
and time will tell.
A little flirtation.
A hint of a miracle.
A dash of temptation.
Your words, so lyrical.
Hearts on fire
as eyes meet stars,
and we both inquire,
"Is this magic ours?"
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
