• guttothewordsmith 6w

    “We call it Magic.”

    You call me magic
    I do the tricks right,
    I am so tragic
    Explosive like dynamite,
    I'm messed up and erratic
    Feels like a passage of rite.

    I'm still your magic
    Pulling a hat out of a rabbit
    I know it's totally opposite
    But that's what makes me massive.

    We are blooming magic
    Even during our rough times,
    I'm your biggest critic
    When you get defensive,
    I pull you back from the blurry line:
    I'm your hovering satellite.

    We need a show for our magic
    Be the center of the spotlight
    I admit I am ecstatic
    Honey calm me down

    ©guttothewordsmith