Witchy Things

A Poem by hhvvrrr

who am i to beg you to stay?

to learn how to let someone love you?

you are so used to phantoms that your

every communication is a seance.

my darling, you have never needed the candles,

or the crystal ball,

or the smoke and mirrors.

this, my love, is the real magic.

Author's Note

I know that "seance" has a accent mark but I cant get it to work on my computer:(

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Added on May 6, 2016
Last Updated on May 6, 2016
Tags: magic, seance, crystal balls, witches, poetry, the art of staying, craft, green bay, heartbreak

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