MagicA Poem by Giulia KingAs I stand on the beach with my toes in the sand, I can feel the water slowly touching my feet, I look up at the starry sky and wonder: "Death.. Why him?" "I knew when I saw you, I saw magic. How can I not fall for pure magic?" I always think about you when things are going wrong. In the middle of the night when I hear the heavy raindrops falling down from a dark sky, I think of you. I always find you in the darkest corners of my mind. I find myself so torn in this repetitious, dull world. I hug myself, trying to hold all the broken pieces together. These days without you feels like pure agony. The mere thought of being without you feels as dark as the sky. But then I start to remember. All the flashbacks come running back. The good ones keep me sane. And I find myself warm on a cold December day. I feel my troubles drifting away with the wind. I blink at a star far, far away, watching it as it blinks back at me. "Thank you for guiding me..." "...for guiding me to him." © 2017 Giulia KingReviews
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