Eventhough I wanted to elaborate this one, my friends were convinced this one is better if its short..A really simple poem... The Magician He's picking up what's left; Of this broken heart. He wants to begin all over, right from the start. But he knows she ain't coming, not for eternities, And so he picks the shards Of his broken heart. He doesn't believe, in miracles, Let alone a magician, But he needs a miracle, to pur her in an oblivion. So he prays,he begs, He shouts,he cries, "Lord help me forget the days gone by" And after the magician, will do his trick, you'll see this man, happy and free, It isn't a miracle, just the arms of a clock, and though he's in a bad day, He(God) knows he'll be fine As He hears the magician go tick tock.