spells cast and mishapen hearts

all continue to fall

and you're not to me

worth anything at all

but to all whom care,

not even you can bewitch me

but you take me over,

so easily

and run me with you gentle words

said harshly in my ear

and though i hate it

i love it so

and i know these wounds are

much too deep to ever be healed

by simple spells cast with

beestings and butterfly wings