The Spell
It is a spell
One that I cannot break
You see I loved her and still do
But my thoughts are centered
around her existence
I see her, I can smell her
I yearn to be with her again
But time and anguish has driven us apart
Love has turned to dissonance
But why?!?
Can we fall in love again?
Is this a good spell or a bad spell
A spell nonetheless
One that won't take me away from thinking of her
So today I sip my coffee
And I look out the window at the birds
And I beg the world for forgiveness and to a return
of my beauty
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