Aimee

I sit. I perch. I watch. I wait.
My blood flows to a heart of stone. Eyes wide open. Forever, alone.
A witch’s curse, my mouth agape. My love, the only escape.
He passes by, head bowed down, my tears fall upon his crown.
I sit. I perch. I watch. I wait.
A new love upon his arm, mesmerized by his charm.
She kisses him, I cannot turn. My heart crumbles then it burns.
I sit. I perch. I watch. I wait.