Witch eyes follow him,
Chasing him across a lonely plain.
Gazing at his quickly fading shadow,
She stands, shivering in the rain.
Her mind is screaming silently,
Furiously commanding his return.
She touches her tear-stained cheeks,
Wiping away the sting and the burn.
She turns away sharply,
Spitting out words of disdain.
This man thinks he's her world,
Her one-way ticket on the heaven bound train.
This is not the first night,
He's left her in such misery.
Does he think her some prisoner,
One who must prove herself worthy?
This ain't no Gitmo,
She screams into the night.
Nor is this Salem,
Or do my witch eyes inspire such fright?
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