Nothing

He took my hand,

I wondered,

What it means,

But I guess,

It meant nothing,

Cause what is there,

For this nothing,

To be a something,

We kept on proving,

With every single try,

That there was,

Nothing left,

To try, to wonder,

Or even think,

About.

Nothing.

There is nothing,

There was nothing.

Yet he took my hand,

Maybe that means,

One day there,

Could be a,

Anything,

Between you and I.

I still believe in magic.

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