No black magic
Detachment in dribs and drabs
Drooling into love like a thief in the night
It left a pothole in the soul like a birthmark
The silent hex
A story of love's demise in the annex
The message of love is perplexing
Leaving the soul like wrecks
When the night set
I don't want to be vexed
No magic potions
Do you have any motions?
Because I don't apply love like lotions.
It's goodbye
Push your luck in love
I don't deal with pushovers
Shady moments
Love lacked oxygen and died in a shot.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
