30 October 2012
A magician’s heart is full of illusions and at first sight, she is bought by delusions
Poor girl, deceived by his sweet disposition picked out in hindsight on detailed inspection
Friends tell her, “Forget,” but she remembers how he flipped her clasped hand, changed that two dollar note
into a ten, sometimes she wonders if rhythm and meaningless rhyme could hide her pain inside
She finds she’s going back to that day again back to when she might have had a chance with hi–
No, she mustn’t think No, she mustn’t go back No, she mustn’t fall for his dark sorcery
He had her heart beat above the roaring crowd The trick has ended But her heart cried out loud
“I don’t want a magician I just want your true self I don’t want someone who can only cast magic spells”
Out of it all, she realised something too late She was only part of the magician’s small trade
“I picked you out last I thought you were pretty But my interest waned, and my heart is weary”
Guard your heart, dearie and guard it well, for a magician is hard to fathom and to tell
A magician’s heart only brings confusion as, at first sight, he caused quite a contusion
Dear girl, released by his dumb inhibition Waiting for someone to bring her transition
A Magician's Heart • Opuss № I