I use to be in love with this wand
But as of late, I grew to not be so fond
The sneaky sneak ins after Dawn
Not the devils spawn
Truly an Artist but is this the con?
I could go on and on
But for what?
Every time I’m willing to risk it all
You get completely clogged up
So what the fuck?
Is the ex that got you stuck?
Playing heavily on the past and pressing her luck?
Obsessively admiring me from afar
But her gig is up
Did she not know that Beloved came through
& In Divine time she would soon be up?
But I’m so confused as to how cold we’ve become
Through years of every fire
We stood firm as one
Until the day had come
Instead of fighting we decided to run.
So how do we come to the center?
Meet in the middle
Just to remove the cold shiver
Betrayed and wounded; my heart can no longer wither
Thought this was the one,
So why do I feel there are other contenders?
