the problem is you think
you are not magic.
from any distance you
appear as all things stunning
do; they force us to forfeit
all we knew before.
you are exploding stars
and tragically forgotten truths
the way the ocean sways
and ever so illuminating
moons.
you are as magic
as magic gets,
as brilliant as brilliant gets,
as unexplainably
beautiful as anything
has every been.
to think you are not magic,
well, darling,
i guess even our thoughts
can betray us
and be fools.
A/N: long and still trying to find a name (aka my dick)
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Fanfictionfrom books or songs or the desert of my own mind . {take any you want, i'm no longer giving them to certain people} copyright © HEAVYDIRTYSOULED
