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.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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