Black Magic.

May 12, 2009
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Black magic is love at its darkest hour,
when it crumbles before your very eyes.
It loses all its pretense and power;
Looking past passion, you find all the lies.

His tricks did bewitch and kidnap my soul;
he loved and lied with the mouth that I kissed.
Charmed into thinking I was in control,
Dancing on air 'til gravity insists.

There's something about those cherished spring days,
kissing in the rain, smiling at the sun
it appears to be so far far away,
you hugged me one last time then you were gone.

It hurts to remember all of those days,
I hope Black Magic goes and stays away.

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