From the problems I try to fly,
But I crash back down despite my hardest try.
With no one nearby,
All I can do is sigh.
My problems I can't openly decry,
Because people will just wry.
I'm getting desperate to touch the sky,
And to my problems wave goodbye.
This curse I want to lift,
But it returns in a swift.
From the dark past I want to drift,
But the witches keep sending back this dreaded gift.
All my enmity I huffed,
But the curse can't be bluffed.
Its fire can't be engulfed,
And on its walls I can't make a rift.
My love for you I want to levitate,
My hate to activate.
But I still hesitate,
With one look my feelings regenerate.
My feelings I want to terminate,
But my inner-self doesn't cooperate.
You, I really want to hate,
But my heart doesn't want us to separate.
With my battered wings, certainly,
I will fly worry free.
With my worn out hands, definitely,
I will lift the curse and be treated normally.
With my fragmented heart, absolutely,
I will levitate my feelings and live happily.
Because tonight and for eternity,
Everything will be anti-gravity.
