Like Magic

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just different

 words are my doorstep,
that is how i reconnect,
i have so much to expect,
when i go in,
never knowing whats next...
but it all comes into play,
i am satisfied,
while other are amazed,
like magic,
but i do not perform,
i let the ink have it,
like the paper that i write on,
continuosly grasps it,
no illusion,
its all so real,
ive come to the conclusion,
that writing is how i deal,
take poetry for by the hands,
as if it was all romance,
while others look and stand,
and perhaps,
it really is magic,
with a beautiful ending,
nothing in between is
really ever tragic,
all the drama,
i'm way past it,
just gliding through,
as if it were gymnastics..
ink is my fuel,
fuel that i never seems to burn through,
and words come right on cue,
like magic,
i make it all happen..