Magic

Years ago
a boy snuck into her chamber
subtle like a thief in the night.
With broad strokes of the brush
He painted her her heart
With the blue
He stole from her sky ~
Years later
the boy was still remembered
a blue stain woven in her fabric
And whenever she was asked
If she believed in Love
She would reply
“There’s no such thing as magic”

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