For The Powerful Witch
A poem
There was once a girl with powers like witches, She knew the best spells, and her beauty would drive you speechless, Many would warn you not to look into her green eyes Because you would inevitably fall, they are bigger than skies.
She was quiet and shy, and her body was covered in paintings, But for me, she was the best art in all different meanings.
Her voice was soft, her words sounded like a prayer You would find yourself begging god nobody else takes her.
When this girl smiles, sun shines way brighter Birds start singing afar, the world’s burden feels lighter She is like magic, the ones that seem unreal, There is no pain she couldn’t heal.
