Could I be magic?
Flying through an empty page,
Spreading ink along as I go,
Making a shadow I can't undo,
To write a story to reach ones heart and feel the passion from it,
Just over one sentence.
That would be a great dream.
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--My Angel--
Magic is near he says,
Then why do I feel so down?
It's the before effects of what is to come he says,
Why can't it happen now?
Magic cannot be rushed he says,
When will we know its here?
You will feel it he says,
What does it feel like,
Only you will know that he says,
What if, when I feel it; I wont like it?
There is no Dark Magic here my dear.
Thank you MY ANGEL.
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—The Day When Music Died—
Deep down to the heart,
It's been a while,
Where it has hit the core and made an effect on me,
Every beat and sound use to be simple,
I lay awake trying to replace something,
Anything to help me,
There is always something missing but I just can't figure it out yet,
Why can't I fill the hole inside of me?
YOU ARE READING
The Fearless Words
PoetryThe Fearless Words is poems that are based on reality and fantasy, they can be viewed in many different ways from each person who reads them. Some of the poems will change your view in parts of life, some will knock sense in you, some will make you...
