The Witch’s Curse
She turned me in to a heart beat forever more
The Witch’s Curse
An evil witch with a crooked smile,
Spoke a spell that echoed a mile.
No broom, no wand, just words of art,
And now I beat within his heart.
I thrum and drum with every breath,
Bound to him in life and death.
A silent pulse he’ll never see,
Yet every step, he carries me.
He doesn’t know the curse I keep,
Wide awake when he’s asleep.
A stolen soul, a hidden spark,
A shadow beating in the dark.
I feel his joy, I feel his pain,
His every loss, his every gain.
A captive in this crimson cage,
A witness to his love and rage.
Oh, to be free, to find release,
To have my own heart’s gentle peace.
But here I dwell, a fate unplanned,
A prisoner in this haunted land.
So if you hear a whisper low,
A murmur where the heartbeats flow,
Remember me, the silent guest,
The witch’s curse, the heart’s unrest.
He is her son I hurt him so
He cast the curse, he doesn’t know
I can’t not tell for I am just a beat
So now bound in his heart beat for eternity
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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very good, congratulations ☺️
Well done keep it up
Oh how horrid that would be! Great job on this - that photo is absolutely horrifying too! You know how in scary movies they always seem to use the ALIEN mouth on all the monsters? I wish they would be creative like that photo!!
Cast your spells! ⚡💙⚡