There is a sigh of words drained from the bitterness of your mouth <br />warning me again of the magic that is stored <br />this magic tricking me, scraching at my heart <br />making it open to the simple words of praise and fortune <br />opening to absorb these simple words so greatly <br />this magic shows how much one love can hurt <br />how much one life cannot heal <br />and how much magic cannot survive in a world that cannot believe <br />this magic was shown in the worst kind of statue <br />performing so slowly, so stiffly its as if so forgotton <br />so misunderstood to the one who cannot feel its presence <br />its lies showing simple words that deffeat the purpose of its innocence <br />shatttering the true beauty of the statements my magition <br />playing as if so played out and so perfected <br />knowing with all certainty that this love cannot be real <br />but still lying to one self to proove that it once was such magic <br />able to lift, to fly, to shadow the main truth of lost love asside <br />to pursue the greatness of a thing we call love <br />to hide the true facts that one cannot love <br />and to in fact destroy the belifs of one girl <br />in a little thing called magic<br /><br />Kristinahh KIMBER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-thing-called-magic/
