So I thought I wasnt going to be alone anymore I was wrong once again.
I'm never right about these good feelings I always end up losing right at the end.
My fighting has finally grown into tiredness my love will never end but yet she still plays these games like I'm child but yet I follow them.
I play the games and then fall for them, get tricks and I lose.
I promise myself that I wont play again but I keep playing like it's my addiction.
Magia Negra, her twisted games of love I wont fall for it no more, but she puts this spell on me that I'm constantly craving for her.
That selfish bitch.
(A/N magia negra means the dark witch in spanish, which in this case I'm comparing her for using dark magic.)
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
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