Even a witch can change.

A scary poem.

Yesterday I wrote rubbish (calculated for those that read more into it), Today I write nonsense (with a moral attached to it), Who knows what tomorrow may bring?

A simple cup of tea relaxes.

Something I believe about relations. I think we should make our own relationship drink.

A childish and rhyme filled poem of a witch describing the procedure while she makes a potion.

You think you could walk in my shoes?

Unchanging…

Addicted to Coffee.

This is a poem about two boys who hate each other so much that sometimes I get afraid that a storm is brewing.