Poems from Elayne17
We witches three we witches three,
The night is ours we do decree.
Enchantresses of ancient lore,
We hex the trees and forest...
My mind is the Civil War.
Neither side is winning.
Sometimes I wish my you were a piano
So I could understand every chord and melody.
Though you are a memory.
As my mahogany...
One measuring cup.
2 teaspoons of kisses:
1 for whom you will spend the rest of your days,
1 for whom you consider your...