Black Magic
by Anthony Holcomb
I’ve been scarred by a life,
That’s been made on empty promises.
Where the words are spoken with passion,
But the deeds leave me in dissatisfaction…
How can such a beautiful angel,
Be nothing but an empty shell.
Can her image before me,
Be nothing but a memorizing spell…
So I’ll ask you this,
My lovely angel…
How can something that felt so real,
Just disappear in a flash.
Was it some kind of black magic,
That tore this heart in two…
No my Angel,
It was you…