A Witch
We are the ones with autumn in our veins. - A.R.
By Alexia VillanuevaPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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There is a magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight.
I cast a spell
to make you fall
in love
I am nothing
but darkness
that hides in
the crevices
of your eyes
The very tears
I drink in my
salted caramel
tea
You have kissed
a witch's lips
but I never cast
a spell on
those blue eyes
The moment I
kissed those lips,
you broke my spell
as tasted your sweet
soul on my pink-snaked
tongue
I am nothing but
the sand in your hourglass,
the holy water
that chokes your very
throat
I am not sweet
but rather deadly,
so I ask you not
to love me
Yet, this witch
has fallen in love
with human boy
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