A Poet Man And The Witch

Walking on a blurry path. Lost in between reality and fantasy. Running away from society only to be chased by whispers of the trees. And you, hair as red as blood. Something more about us is unspoken. What are you hiding behind those bruised knuckles? Mind as loud as a crowd full of resentment. Heart as silent as midnight. Past as dark as the moment of the eclipse. Willow dancing on air with memories shown behind my closed eyelids. A witch who knows nothing yet people wish for her to be perished.