we don't live in lost cities, in hidden valleys, and deep within the forests,
we can't cast spells and weave magic at the tip of our fingers,
we don't have those wands and beasts fantasy has to offer,
we don't even know where to find them,
we live in a chaotic world where humanity, though bound in intelligence, remains inhumane, compassionless, and merciless,
we're normal people, all wanting
to survive the race,
but you,
you cast spells and you weave magic at your fingertips,
because you've been enchanting people with your charms all your life,
and you enchanted me as well.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Költészet[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
