Belt it out in Skeltonic
Feeling skeltonic
Mind filled, hot on it
Imagine a field filled with bluebonnets
Eyes open wide in the dawn It
turns dreems to things
Long gone it’s
Like Hermione, I wield my wand it
Crackles with sparks
Yanks my soul yonder
To days when my heart grew fonder
Heated up, began to melt
Wrapped in nostalgia’s felt
holding all I felt
Within the hand that I was dealt
Your finger tucked in the loop of my belt
Yanks me back to my bed
When tonight you said
That the one thing you dread
Is absence in my head
Thank you 
Our friend and very supportive freewriter 
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