Wikkid Love

She's magic
She does tricks
Plays your heart
until you make her sick
Takes you places
Pretty faces
Vesting memories...
Unable to forget
That's Her magic
Until you make her sick

She loved you once
Wasn't a lie
No tricks there
Cannot deny
But she grows bored
of her lords;
for they fail her
with plastic swords

Oh, that caress
The wetness
Willing
Chilling
Filling
Until it isn't thrilling anymore
And just like that,
like lenore.
As he wrote,
......................."nevermore"

Nothing
.............compares
They are better in scarce ways
Still, not the same
Missing her for days
A thousand lays
All those plays
It's her, always
No one is the same

She cares
She loves
She feels
and touches
So deep
So real
So very much
Wants
Needs
Gives
and
pleads
Soft, yet hard
Dancing with your stars
Gone away
Lost away
Feeling
Being
Truly seeing
A little lost
Perhaps a lot,
but her island is perfect;
that place you sought
No longer for you
it's not

I'm saddened to tell you
That's always the story
That's the plot
You become an abstract thought
No oasis
No glory on this morning
She's not sorry

So lick your wounds
and move on
Like a childs toy
Or an old hit song
You're gone
You're gone
Your song is sung
Forgotten
Rotten
A has-been slung

The magic lingers
long after her spell
Forever with you
She'll .... .... edlessly ....
............................. ......... ...... dwell

©AnaCe' Aug 2019