Magic

by Beauty

With you it's a never-ending battle;
it's one that is never settled

We argue for no reason,
we've built up so much tension

between you and I . . .

I don't know what exists anymore.

Love?
Hate?
Could it be both?

With him, things are different,
he makes me feel confident . .

It's like magic.

He constantly keeps me smiling,
he's truly a blessing

& if I had to choose between you two . .
I don't know who I'd choose.

The one that makes me smile, or the one that used to?


© Tenieka Hobson 2008

Submission date : 2008-12-18
Last edit : 2009-04-13

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