He used to be the center of my world:
My prince, my savior, and my ALL---
He's everything that I can think about
He's a dream that I tried to attach in my reality,
A star that shines even on a daylight
His mere presence completes my day and life
How I love to be enthralled with his very own magic
LET IT BE, if this is what they call madness!
Dark, blank, hooded, expressionless eyes
Oh how I love to dive to the depths of those eyes
Picture-perfect smile and the endearing sound of his laughter
His voice yet so deep
It doze me off to sleep
How I love to be indulged in his magic tricks
Those magic lies --- so dear --- are for keeps!
Every night before I close my eyes
The thought of him is my favorite game:
From the every detail of his ethereal face
To the way he perceives the world in his gaze
I can't help but to keep these things on a replay
Hoping that all of these memories will last and stay
But magic as we know it is an illusionary hack
There'll come a time when the twelfth will hit the clock
When that time had come, I know that something had changed
After all, everything feels so strange!
Those pair of eyes can no longer beguile me
Nor the single snap of his fingers,
His words that use to linger,
Cracked jokes that use to click,
And even the by way he twitch his lips...
All these things can no longer make me weak
Yes, you can call me naive~
That's exactly the life I used to live
But as I slowly face the reality
His magic ceases to conjure in me
Maybe I'm not meant to be a part of his fairytale,
But rather a mere onlooker of how he cast his spell
You put on a nice show my dear magician,
But maybe I'm meant to watch you from a distance...