The crescent moon
was reigning with
some sparkling
glittering dust
scattered on the black sheet
beyond that horizon.
In worship I stared
wishing, praying, insisting
I could grow
some wings with me
and marvel above
until I could touch the dusky
sky like on a magic
carpet ride.
But in the
whole new world
where I tried to fit in
where you tried to let me in,
it was obnoxious
to believe that I can
stand a chance.
But with Aladdin's mighty blood,
I risk my whole heart
rode on that magic carpet ride
before I could realize
that magic is
the sister of treachery.
Driven by my pettish side,
devour all your lovable lies
the chances of being hooked
is like showing a bookworm
a titanic library
filled with books.
But in words
I fell
everything you told me
sounded more of invitation
when all you meant
is nothing,
when all you meant
is nothing but words
with empty meaning,
when all you meant
is wanting me
to refuse what you never offered.
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"But he sounded so desperate
by the time he asked me
to be part of his life?"
"That's what great sorcerers do,
they convinced people
by concealing the truth."