Poets And Magicians
Poets And Magicians1 min 248 1 min 248
My heart is a magician's hat.
In it, you'd find monochromatic strings
Attached to my veins.
You'd also find
73 specific orchids
A dozen of romantic books
And everything you ever look for.
But just like love and faith
There's a point at which people stop.
Believing in magic
And claim's it to be deception.
Magicians are like poets
For poets (us) love is the continuum of universe
It needs space and time
And roams in an endless void.
Growing. Breaking. Growing.
And for magicians.
Love is like a rabbit in a hat.
You know its there.
But if you keep the Rabbit for a long time.
It suffocates and dies.
Time has thus killed many love stories and many baby rabbits.
One thing is, none has time
Nor poets nor magician's
For them, time is merely a reminder
Of their deadline.
Of their time here.
Of how long they're here
So when you hear either of them saying,
See you next time.
I assure you, you will.