Unmagical


He'll tell you
I believed too much
and had faith for far too long
in a love that was never really there
in the first place.
He'll tell you that I'm crazy
and wouldn't know reality
even if it bit me on the ass.
(excuse the profanity, but I'm angry).

He'll tell you that
I believe in unicorns
and finding the end of the rainbow
and maybe I do
but only when it's raining.
I mean, after all
don't we all believe
that there are times when our stuffed animals
can hear us
and that the man on the moon is smiling?

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