My poems

Magic Spell

You were my happy place.
You moved with such grace.
I felt paralyzed.
And I realized.
That magic spell you cast.
Was not strong enough to last.
And when the time came.
I was not there for you to claim.

Your wicked game is over.
You're a leason I will remember.
I now see the witch you are inside.
There's no spells for you to hide.
Now that I see clearly.
I can say what I want freely.
So give up and don't even try.
For all there is left to say is bye.