You talk like you’ve invented magick into being through your lips, and sometimes I still seem to think that I still see that the same magick still seeps through your soul….
It had been a while but you make me believe in magick.
You make me believe in love.
And although magick is and may never will be real, you sure know how to enchant my soul and ensnare my heart.
Though your heart be cold and your soul be callous, you’d be the one that saves me.
And you’re magickal.
You tend to come in my thoughts whenever clouds surround the stars as the constellations fall down in the skies.
And then you remind me of stars in a forest on a moonlit night and I get lost in your eyes every single time in a foggy abyss.
Whisper to me that you love me….
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