Why can’t I get you out of my head?
Is it because the forbidden fruit is red?
The symbol for passion and desire
share the same shade as dangerous
What magical spell did you blow on me?
Is this really my destiny?
This hardly fits with my character
to stare into nothingness but see your
face and hear your gentle laughter.
Your image is like a misplaced picture.
In the wrong book and out of line
yet still as sharp as a dagger.
Please take your witchcraft away.
I can not and will not be yours
tomorrow or today.