Home » Poetry » magic


there is magic in those moments

first getting to know one another

something is born there

something that pains me to describe

just know mi amor

I hold each and every one of them

like a baby that never grows,

like a rose that never dies—

like magic, we aren’t exactly liars

we just missed the trapdoor

One thought on “magic

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s