Magic

The world is very old and gets
colder year after year, but it would
grow young and strong once the
young buds appear after each
summer, just like magic , just you
you always have had magic in
your fingers tip, you have Magic
in your eyes, they tell me not to cry,
you fill the sky with magic stars
and make the moon light the galaxies
around it, there would not be anyone as
quiet as you or as magical as you are
here tonight, a wave of your wand and
you have the magic power to fix
any aching hearts or to better people lives
and fix those broken parts
you always told me to kiss someone
who makes u feel their magic from
inside, let poetry be your
magic carpet, never stop writing,
be anything you want to be in this
world but normal, be a sea of magic
in a world full of dreams