Could it be magic. Naw. Rabbits in hats meant nada.
She crossed the road away from me as she shouted.
“To love you, is to love you”
The car hit her as if she was a feather. I awoke with her beside me.
Same as usual.
“You never grabbed me when I asked” Same time, every night, same love.
She is still in my bed. Messy pup as I always say.
The bell goes.
Well it would be the end, if the love she gave was just by magic.
Well it was, just magic.