a poet is a witch,
it's pen is it's wand,
it's rhymes are it's spells,
once it writes something,
it can not be undone.
lost in it's words,
walls are built,
hiding it's broken feelings,
in walls of words,
so his feelings stand still,
to show no more hurt,
of a broken heart,
from someone he cursed.
he promised to love to no ones extent,
to love the life of what he must bury,
crying tears of sadness and love,
good bye my one and only cursed love.