Your Clouding Up My Mind

A work of Ariella Ayala, from my story, "Your Clouding Up My Mind"

To stare into the depths of gold,
I can't see what your about,
the air is cold,
as it carries away my shouts.

Your Clouding Up My Mind,
with every touch of your skin,
I've been denied,
and sent about a path of sin.

Just to find your true meaning,
even with this world we hate,
I keep on believing,
their's another word for fate.

Let's play with voodoo magic,
and let our hearts entwine.

For the love of magic,
is as bitter as the sweetest wine.