Magic.

Within the bleakness of the void

Where love and like escaped

Where medication took the wheel

Where resistance was the height



I found again, that special little thing

it makes you smile, it makes you laugh

It’s a vile little thing; a curse.

The heart wants what it wants, they say



Mine beats for romance and love

Despite trouble and conflict

Giving up hope is not an option

Not this time; I want happiness.



Call it a fling, whatever you will

A risk worth taking or not

My happiness is my making

My doing, my own



And upon the day of judgement

I cannot be thrown for this

My heart was created for beating

And what’s a beat without love?