Witch

Witch

 

You take me on a ride on your broomstick through the night

You assure me that everything will be alright

While we glide through the clouds of the sky

I begin to think of how you lied

You never told me you were a witch

Now I wonder why that makes me twitch

Of course you won’t hurt me, you’re my friend

If I ask you if you’re evil, it might offend

We are dipping now, through the stars and the fog

Down low, almost on land, we barely bypass the smog

You whisk me back home and I crawl in bed

You tuck me away safely in my bedspread

A kiss, you bestow on my head and wish thee farewell

Now, I’m not so afraid that you’re a witch and you cook spells.   

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

My pathetic attempt at writing a rhyme scheme poem. Hope you like it.

Reviews

[EverEmma]

It was not pathetic Kristen! :) It was cute and very sweet. Although not your strongest suit, you did a'ok.