thunder, lightening, hail;
look i've got you under my spell
i smirk and you giggle, so in love with me
thunder, lightning hail;
yes you're under my spell
i kiss your hand and your eyes shine, so in love with me
thunder, lightning hail;
are you truly under my spell?
i'm scared to let go, you can't look at me.
thunder lightning hail
Was there even a spell?
I feel empty and unsure, you turn your back on me.
thunder, lightening hail;
a broken spell?
i thought it was all about me, my beauty my charisma, my intellect
but it was all about you, i realised that too late,
it hit me like thunder, lightning and hail.
it was always about you.
YOU ARE READING
Burning the Midnight oil.
PoetryI write 0ne poem everyday, sometimes they don't make sense sometimes they do. Comment whatever you like, feedback, opinions, suggestions. I do not really edit these
