Why do I feel giddy?
Why can't I help but smile?
Why am I laughing so much?
I haven't felt like this for a while.
Are you a sorcerer, perhaps?
Maybe a wizard unknown?
Look how you made me an idiot,
Who can't stop smiling at her phone.
It seems that you have bewitched me,
Sir Shadow Knight behind the screen.
You make me feel all sorts of emotions.
With you, I laugh and cry and scream.
Tell me, good sir,
Did you put a potion on my meal?
That one bottle labelled as 'love',
Covered in crimson red and teal.
If not a potion,
Then perhaps a spell?
A curse, a poison,
To make me feel unwell?
But you'd never do that.
You wouldn't dare hurt a fly.
I know it in my heart.
I'm certain you wouldn't lie.
If not some sort of magic,
A form of sorcery, or a trick,
Perhaps you found a way to hook me
With just a single click.
It's not far from possible.
You're a man of the numbers indeed.
If you can play with keyboard strings,
Then how much more me?
~•~
Fun Fact: Wombo Dream saved me lots of precious time.
Thank goodness I found a particular video on Tiktok about an app called Wombo Dream. It's basically an app where an AI creates pictures/works of art for you! You simply need to type in a prompt, select a style, and boom! You got yourself a picture. It's simple and easy to use. Instead of searching for pictures on the internet, now I use Wombo Dream to create pictures for each and every one of my poems.
Question and Answer: Here is a section where you can ask anything about the poem or the work itself. I'll do my best to answer them all.
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Dear Mr. Hacker: The Man Behind My Computer
PoetryPeople say love is blind, but I beg to differ. Love isn't cruel; love is kind. Love will free you. It'll open your eyes. However, lust is a thick fog that'll cloud your head. It's something that'll wake up the monsters under your bed. Desire is like...
