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You hear that sound again as the fog
covers you with uncertainty.
You hear your heart beating faster
'cause you think this is faulty.
You weren't scared at first,
and you think it's so exciting...
you think it cannot be cursed.
They said love could be magic--
awesome, good, and unbelievable;
I heard love can be tragic.
I've seen happiness out of top hats,
luck out of boxes,
and positivity out of hands.
I've seen few magicians around me,
telling me secrets they've done,
and I thought you were one.
But the magic vamoosed
three moments and a half after.
This love could be magic--
bright yet unknown, and I was gullible.
This love became tragic.
I've seen happiness fade in the top hats,
luck disappear in these boxes,
and positivity fade in my hands.
I've seen few magicians around me,
making my days--instead of teal--cyan,
but you are not my magician.
I hear that sound again as the fog
covers me with uncertainty.
I hear my heart beating faster
'cause I'm sure this is faulty.
I wasn't scared at first,
and I thought it was so exciting...
I thought it couldn't be cursed.
You vamoosed
three moments and a half after.
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YOU ARE READING
Parade
Poetry𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 ╰ a s e r i e s o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d Little Fussbudget knew nothing but her shelf of problems in her innocent world... not until she was silenced by an angelic beast. In the endless parade she joined, find out the trut...
