I'm bewitched by your aura
Arrested against my will
As beautiful as the aroura
My heart has gone uphill
Before I had noticed, I was late
Hardly had the time to realize
That it was destined by my fate
I was spellbound and petrified
Turn to stone by my own lust
Enchanted, imprisoned, defeated
My heart had began to rust
I should have, forfeited, retreated
My mind has wandered, unsound
I've fallen to my flesh, spellbound
Gar
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PoetryCombing through the sand of time to reflect on who we were, stitching the wounds together but it only hurts when we remember the past
