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Descending into Reality MAG
Werewolf boy, you transformed my mind
With your body of muscle
And coat of fur
Your golden eyes flicked across the woods, bracing to defend my love
You rocked my world
With your looks and lines
All of those other girls think you are quite fine,
But for me
you are out of time
Vampire guy, you are my man
With your deadly fangs
And steely cold body
Your heartthrob accent and heart-stopping looks
You tasted the bouquet, but never the wine
One word can sum you up, vampalicious
You flew in with the dark
And added an edge to my life,
A type of danger I kind of liked,
Until truth tumbled down upon us
And you were forced to leave with the dawn
Brainy dude, you enhanced my knowledge
Of plasmatomic chemistry and attractive forces
With your Einstein IQ and rectangular glasses
You shook the pattern of everyday life
With your vintage tees and scientific words
You were always an undiscovered prize
Band boy, you were music to my ears
Your magic sticks of rhythm
And voice of a smoky fire
With music sheets flying about
Around your head
Your hands always were tapping funky motion on everything
You have the song every girl would be happy to play
On repeat and repeat again
But for me,
The words eventually seemed to lose meaning
Mystery guy, you I have yet to meet
With your blank face
And tall body
You elude my imagination
Yet you are my reality
Your image is changing every day
Hair, like curly mop, stickly straight, wavy in between
Kaleidoscope eyes and chameleon skin
You are the future
And we are a pair meant to be
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