It‘s hard for you to get out of yourself
so I want to be under your skin.
I want to hide
there in your shadow
in your warmth
because you know my pain
and I can guess those words
that are too hard for you to say.
I want to be under your skin
at least for once.
I deny the space
that grows between us
and I tell you I can wait
although my head spins
to chase the time away.
Deny the space
and chase the time away.
What else are witches for?
I want to be under your skin
at least for once.
“This will not scare him at all”, I giggle into our bottle of wine.
Layla roles her eyes. “Witches have always been fascinating for the rest of the world. Scary, but still fascinating.”
When in love, who isn’t scary but fascinating?
Being in love with Dystopia all around is not fair.
Mistress witch writes 