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To Love a Witch - V.01
All that I am
does not fit in me.
I'm never disingenuous,
but I am contradictory.
There's willpower and courage,
righteous fury and hearth fire.
But people fear what is strange
and so my heart grows shyer.
After all, who'd dare love me?
Could anyone brave the storm?
Many that try get lost at sea
Leaving again my hopes forlorn.
I've reached for light, but I'm made of bone;
it recoils and I remember my place.
In shadows cloak I raise armor of stone,
for no one need see my face.
does not fit in me.
I'm never disingenuous,
but I am contradictory.
There's willpower and courage,
righteous fury and hearth fire.
But people fear what is strange
and so my heart grows shyer.
After all, who'd dare love me?
Could anyone brave the storm?
Many that try get lost at sea
Leaving again my hopes forlorn.
I've reached for light, but I'm made of bone;
it recoils and I remember my place.
In shadows cloak I raise armor of stone,
for no one need see my face.
Published 17th Jul 2022
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21st Jul 2022 5:17am
Madam u not grotesque at all. U can truly write for real. I can feel the ghost of thy feelings within this one and the present life u present within this piece. Great Job!
