Black Magic Spell
Anna-Varney Cantodea
Once I cast a spell over myself
The kind of spell that you forget
The moment that it takes effect
Oh, I wanted to see
If there is any love in me
So, I made a spell
To cast over myself
For six long years
I suspended my disbelief
I allowed for the illusion to unfold
And deeply loved a man
Who loved me not
Those six long years
I cried so many tears
I learned all the things
That love can bring
Except for
One minor thing
Tell me, how does it feel
When his love is real?
When the bond, you think, you shared
Is not merely in your head?
Once I cast a spell over myself
The kind of spell that you forget
The moment that it takes effect
But I wanted to see
If there is any love for me
So I made a spell
And cast it over myself