Black Magic

Please could you leave?
I am getting sick of you
It's not what you think
I honestly despise everything you are

You used me and tried to lay the blame
so I would feel nothing but shame
You're nothing short of tragic
A curse of Black Magic

I don't even find you attractive
you make me feel ill
Just from the thought
of ever seeing you again

You were coy, yes you were shy
you tried to ruin me with such a malicious lie
You're nothing short of tragic
A curse of Black Magic

Maybe I am being too hasty
you should this this truth
before I kick you out of my life
and never look back

The End

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